Four, maybe five hours have passed since we first set from the forest. By now, the sun has fully risen, showering the bloody battlefield with enough light to bring any sane man to the end of his wits.
The sun's light washed away all the shadows, all the falsehood, all the pathos of how a naive person would see war. With no more darkness to hide the gruesome, bloody marks of the massacre, I had no other choice but to come face-to-face with the grim reality.
As easy as it was to forget when I focused mostly on my numbers growing, every time I added a new record to my battle log… I would effectively reap someone's life.
Most shockingly, I was shaken by the gore and awful stench left after the battle rather than the moral consequences of taking a major part in it.
Sure, I felt bad for all those who died, be they humans, celestials, or divines. It was a pity they had to die here, just to lay the foundation of a proper negotiation…
