The Hero looked at Eris for another moment before a corner of his lip rose in disgust. But before he could snap Eris' neck and toss her to the side like a piece of trash, something flashed past and severed his wrist like it was clay.
Eris and The Hero's hand dropped to the ground. Eris hurriedly scrambled back, frightened by the cold eyes of The Hero. He had always had a cold and unfriendly air about him. But The Hero fought for the greater good. He had just been through too much to care about the lives of insects who got in his way.
But now, it was like The Hero looked at everything like it was disgusting filth that he would rather burn than even look at, including the party members he had gone through hell with.
Eris massaged her neck as she looked at the shirtless, blue-haired man standing between her and The Hero. The Hero had tried to kill her—No, that wasn't The Hero. She refused to believe it.
*Get out of here!*
