10 years had passed
"What! How could you let them unlock that information? You should know that the guild is split in 2 due to the guildmaster!" I replied with fury.
"I'm sorry, vice-guild master. It was all my fault. I'm sure I could solve it if you gave me some time." The secretary replied.
"Sorry, doesn't cut it! You piece of trash! Korea is the only remaining country, and Incheon is our last bastion. If the guildmaster's side wins, all of us are dead. How do you think you can repay that! You are only succeeding due to the guild's support!" I answered.
As the garbage thought of another excuse, a deadly aura had flooded the room. I despise these secretaries, who came to this guild through connections while neglecting the hardships others have had to be here. Why did the guildmaster have to be a non-awakener? He only survived due to the struggles of other awakeners and his cowardice. All the unawakened people only want money and believe that we will defend them at any cost. The guildmaster will succeed as a result of the secretary's error, putting the people's safety in jeopardy.
"I'm sorry vice-guildmaster, I can't think of a fix!" The secretary shivered in fear.
"All you secretaries are useless. Get out of the room!" I said angrily.
"But. Sir." The secretary said. Trying to find an excuse.
"No buts. Just shut up, and get out!" I shouted in annoyance.
The Guild Civil War had come to a close. I'd been defeated. With the guildmaster's victory, a growing number of Non-Awakeners began to join. I wanted to get out of the worthless group known as a guild. Merely thinking about leaving the guild made my heart swell with guilt, just like when I ran away and left my best friend to die. This time, however, it would result in the deaths of thousands of innocent people. A few months went by and all of the residents began to fear their deaths. In the battle with the beast, they realised there was no way to live. The Dual Headed Minotaur Lord. A god that is part of the 8 circles, the 3rd god, Jibreal, left hand of the king, creator of fire and the sun.
2 hours. THE EXACT TIME IT WOULD TAKE Nerehuew to arrive. What could be done? To put an end to the deadliest beast that has ever walked the face of the Earth. The system had given up on us and had abandoned us, leaving everyone powerless. Nobody wanted to see the beast that would kill us, so they hid in their homes. The final warriors had prepared themselves. But as the battle with the beast, the demon drew nearer. The more people that left. All ten years of hard work were gone, and I was the only one left to face the offspring of Satan. It was the end, yet the only thing I could do was wish for the others to live.
The battle had begun
"I shall remove your unholy existence for our survival, you demons shall never hurt us, humans."
"You mean the scummy cowards, that you call humans. What shall I call you? A courageous hero, a blind hero. Or. A dead one" Nerehuew replied, while smiling evil. His presence itself was an insurmountable fortress. It took all my energy to even get close to the demon. Nevermind attacking him. He stood still like he was mocking an ant. Clink Clank.
"A dull sword like that is useless against me." laughed Nerehuew.
"Let go of me!! How dare you grab my shoulder!" I shouted angrily, in this futile battle.
"Don't worry. Watch what you call home. Be blown to smithereens!! Mwahahahaha." Nerehuew Laughed in a
Boooom!!! Baam!! Boomm!! Boom! BAAOOOMMM!!!!!!
"Nooooo!!! You can't do this!!!!"
"Wash those little tears falling off your cheeks. Are you sad about those humans that ran due to their cowardice?"
Slice.