"I want to die." Eshwar mumbled, and Isha stared at him with a pained expression as her heart clenched at his words, but if it had been possible, she would have stopped him even though she didn't want him to suffer any longer.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in rage. Subconsciously, his body emitted a violent ripple of pitch-black hue, which gradually transformed into a cape on his back.
He had regressed over a hundred times, and every time Frostine was the one who died, there was a time when he killed her because he couldn't control his strength properly because he was too happy to see her alive, but there were too many times when she died protecting him. He didn't like that feeling of being someone who should be protected; he never liked it. But he ignored that feeling, and he tried to save her many times, but everything would still continue in the same way, and after some time, it started to irritate him.
