The sea breeze blew through the harbor, carrying the pervasive smell of blood.
Lox gently swung the Holy Sword, cleaning off the bloodstains, and sheathed it.
Perhaps he should have spared her life.
Lox looked at his constantly trembling right hand, feeling an awareness slowly awakening within him, screaming hysterically in his mind, roaring, attempting to regain control of the body.
But...it's futile.
Lox clenched his hand tightly, forcibly stopping the trembling:
"You're still too inexperienced.
Feel the pain of personally killing the one you love.
The former me, too, has experienced this countless times.
Even if I don't do it this way, when you truly face the Demon King, you'll watch helplessly as the Demon King kills your companions.
What are you fighting for?
For that so-called Hero in your heart?
Heh, that's truly laughable.
Is it worth sacrificing yourself and your comrades' lives for such a lie?
Answer me a bit, how much do you know about the past?
