"Save us, heed our call, oh dear savior. Hero of Liementaria, Scourge of Demons, Fate Bearer of Humanity. Save us from this impending doom."

The one who begs kneel in front of the man resting upon a rock, where moonlight illuminates it from the small hole of the cave's ceiling.

His body wavers in a slightest, the armor he once wore against the demon tear in every movement. His eyes, once a compass for bravery, morale, and glory is dimmed, with no light shed.

"I can't."

"Why can't you?! You are the champion of the goddess, you slay beasts with your hand, you defeated the demon lord singlehandedly, tell me, why?

Is it because you're afraid? Is it because you do not wish to tarnish the very image you painted upon yourself?! Zeervin, you are THE hero. You can paint any image you wish!"

The figure raise his hand slowly, adamant on even moving ever so slightly. He scratch the back of his head, feeling a sense of irritation from the one who begs.

"I told you, I can't."

"Coward, heartless. False hero that abandon his humanity."

"Are you done? Leave. I wish to be alone."

"The continent is brewing the war that ends all while you savor your life here pathetically. What could a meager cave with no soul around even do to you!? Peace? Quiet? Or perhaps you ought to seek loneliness that you once chased?

If only hero Rafael—"

"It's futile. I am a weak man who now only observes. I do not wish to further complicate the situation simply because I cope. Humanity's destruction is imminent, the only choice is whether watch or fall with them.

And... do not include Rafael into this. She was a betrayer, a traitor. She is not fit in humanity's image... but I guess so am I.

So leave, if you want, seek Rafael but never mention her name to me again."

"Childish, ignorant. Calling a comrade betrayer simply because of an unrequited love not realized.

You're right, perhaps it is a much better choice to seek the help of Rafael. I shall take my leave and... enjoy the dreadful life within this cave."

Zeervin leans in as he hold his sword tightly. The armor that once glint amidst the face of darkness no longer has its prideful shine. Instead, overwhelmed by slashes, a permanent wound of an eerie battles that once passed.

He frown, his eyes cast a long shadow as he thought of the man the who begs' word. Perhaps truly, he is being childish. Being ignorant, being immature.

But after all, he is a broken man.

---

Zeervin was a man of wealth once, born with a silverspoon in his mouth, he was spoiled to the brim, yet it didn't get into him. After all, he is a reincarnator. A man from another world, or perhaps, another realm. He bore knowledge of innovative idea that further rose his family to nobility, being given a title from baron to earl in a single decade. He was supposed to take the reign of the throne since he satisfied his family with such overwhelming performance...

Not until he was bestown the grant of the Goddess and sanction a divine sword that soon slain the Demon Lord who wreak havoc across the continent of humanity. However, he was not alone; there's two of them.

Rafael, a peasant born from a village far north, where sun don't shine brightly than from the lower part of the kingdom. She was granted by the same god and sanctioned the divine staff that can turn darkness into light.

This power of hers greatly boosted Zeervin's potential and with her, they managed to halt the large wave of attacks done by the Demon Lord.

Together they fought against darkness, camaradie amongst each other boost the morale of the soldiers. The heroes' bravery took the soul of each soldier within the battlefiled and uplift them to became battle ready soldiers.

They are the image of hope, humanity's fate bearer. They are the light against darkness. Their shared glory for humanity grows each and even more so after the counteroffensive.

Yet it all ended in a single night where Zeervin found Rafael in intimate relation with one of the high ranking soldiers. The growing heat within his heart dies, chilly breeze of the night influenced his heart and soon, he decided to fight alone.

Yet against all odd, he did it; He won. With nothing as setbacks, he managed to penetrate deep into the Demon's core, slay the Demon Lord and parade its head to the capital to showcase his prowess.

Then he left, never to be seen again. Only few speaks of his whereabouts, yet no actual confirmation of his place was ever confirmed.

---

"I don't even know how he got here."

The place was hidden, a few hundred miles from the nearest settlement. He knew how to hide, yet he didn't know they are so very verse on finding him.

But it seems they are desperate, and naturally, desperation often cause miracles. Odds are nothing in the face of overwhelming evens after all.

Now... it seems the Hero's job is sought once more.

Humanity needed him once more. And he swore before his past death that he will no longer deny humanity of its savior.

Perhaps a little lonesome was he needed to cool his head off. Perhaps.

*Clang, clang, clang

The armor touching each other resound as Zeervin stood. In his left hand is the helmet he wore that earned him the nickname of Scourge of Demon. A very term meant to bear fear to every enemy he face. For his fearsome endeavor meets his cruel, merciless decisions.

He, who walks two worlds, will no longer deny his purpose.