Lindon, at that moment, felt utterly defeated. Yet he was a carefree man, and amid his despair, Lindon suddenly felt a sense of release.
Damn this stupid account, I'm so done with it. If I'm going to die, then so be it. At least in death, I'll find relief. If I can kill a few more before I go, that'd be best—to at least earn a spot in the annals of the Chronicle of the Heavens.
I heard the Chronicle of the Heavens is going to be published as a book. Maybe I'll even get a cameo—like, 'On such and such a year, month, and day, Lindon died beneath the sword of a certain hero.'
With gritted teeth, he bellowed, "Brothers, prepare for battle!"
His two lackeys, too, heard the System's uplifting voice. Now utterly despairing, they looked to him, hoping for a sliver of hope upon seeing their boss so spirited, and with newfound energy, they followed Lindon to the top of the stockade.
The three of them looked down from the wall and instantly felt their hearts go cold.
