-Rainer Astoria-
I've carried this trauma since that day.
Even now, the memory of it haunts me like an unending nightmare. I remember hiding in that small cave, my body drenched in blood and mud. I don't know how long I stayed there—days stretched into eternity, and every second felt like agony.
Inside that cave, I could still hear their voices. The screams of my subordinates.
The ones who believed in me, who fought alongside me, who called me "Captain" with unwavering respect. They were all dead now, their bodies reduced to nothing more than a dragon's feast.
"Why didn't I die with them?"
That thought repeated in my mind, over and over, even as hunger began gnawing away at my body. Sleep was impossible; every time I closed my eyes, their faces appeared—blood streaming down, terror etched in their expressions, their mouths frozen as they shouted my name.
"Captain! Save us!"
