When did it all go so wrong?
Why?
Why did everything fall apart, just when I thought I had put everything back together?
Those were the questions that entered Lloyd's mind in that moment, yet he knew better than anyone else that...
That the only person who could answer that question was him.
Standing up with a pitch-black Katana in his hands, Lloyd pushed mana through the blade, causing its purple runes to shine brighter than ever before, burning the red blood that stained it.
"Remember..." Lloyd muttered to himself while taking a step forward, blood staining his face and clothes while several corpses lay around him, every single one of their eyes frozen in fear as death took them.
Of course, not all of them looked dead, but what did Lloyd know?
