Darkness engulfed his thoughts, making them sluggish as icy winds blew on his trembling spectral frame.
'It knows I have the cleaver! I'm dead! Everyone will die, too! Is this the end of our path after fifteen years of hardships? After Earth defied fate and the few survivors reincarnated in a foreign world?'
The question haunted him, painfully prickling his soul as Julius' smiling face and rightful posture appeared amidst his darkening thoughts. Then, Nova suddenly joined him, her cat's paws touching her cheerful and warm smile. Arun followed, his arms crossed over his chest in a posture oozing arrogance. Yet his eyes spoke of loyalty and friendship.
His paralysed fists trembled as a desperate scream pierced through his mind.
'I-I vowed to protect them. Take the cleaver and kill me, but don't let harm befall them!'
However, good intentions weren't enough. Wishing for happiness and safety wasn't enough either.
