The winner of the war was decided, the Hero Union had lost, only its strongest members remained alive. It was embarrassing for them, there were only spared so that they can taste what defeat feels like.
'How can we be so foolish, to think that we could win against Saleos?'
The same thought traveled in their minds like a private jet, they had no one to blame for their failure. All of them had at least one missing limb, but they felt like there had a missing heart instead.
All their friends were laying dead on the ground. It was a painful sight to the eyes. They all wished to join their friends in hell, but it seemed their enemies weren't going to let that happen.
–"We are going to toy with you until our hearts stops beating, ehehehe!"
–"You have to give me those two royal blue haired brats, they killed my brother, I am going to make it by making them my slaves."
