The ghost stared at me. Honestly, I was ready to accept anything they'd throw at me, but they didn't do anything they just stared. Their eyes didn't stare into me they just seemed natural. Then, one by one, they began to pass on, fading away to nothingness.
I wasn't too surprised; for some reason, almost all ghosts obey Remi. No matter what he does whenever ghosts sight him, they immediately get filled with fear.
But these guys didn't look afraid. You couldn't see it, but you could tell; they had lost all their hatred had been drained of everything along with their hopes dreams, they were moving on.
These are the lives of 80 soldiers who died because of the wrong decisions I made. Some cried, some were angry, and others just faded away. All 100 soldiers were under 20 years of age, few had families, and even fewer had proper homes or villages to return to, all of them were poor with no one to look out for them but themselves. It was short, but I grew attached to them; I didn't want a single one of them to die, but I failed, and regardless of all that, Remi said I kind of wanted them to have their revenge on me; I deserved it.
Mizvick's last words replayed in my head the ones. He spoke in a lnaguage only I could understand: " Even now... I can't stop fighting for my dreams." And then the echoing sound of my bullet breaking into his skull; waking me back to reality.
There was only one of them left. He stood directly in front of me. He was ways taller than me and by far taller than the average man. His eyes showed no emotion.
This was the guy who used the spear magic at the beginning of the fight. If I remember correctly, he was the only soldier who didn't have any dreams.
I stared at him, my chin highly raised, eye to eye. I didn't know what to say. And after a few seconds, he turned around and left, his body fading away. "Goodnight."
"What was that about?" Remi asked, his arms folded, and his face slightly irritated. "Well, anyway, all the monsters have vanished, so I guess it's only the human corpses we have to burry. C'mon!" He was swiftly going back to his normal self.
My mind felt blank, but I had a lot to think about. It'd been 12 years since I reincarnated into this world, and there's still so many things I've yet to understand.
I looked back at Mizvick's corpse then walked away.
Miya. If you could see me now, would you hate me? Would you be afraid of me? Are you even still alive? I really want to know, but at the same time, I'm scared that I might not be the same person you remember."
This is the tale of my first failure, my first kill and the start of many more battles.
Time goes on.