Silent Wish

~FSHUUUU~

The battlefield stretched as far as the eye could see, a wasteland of shattered earth and crimson-stained soil. 

The air hung heavy with the stench of blood and ash, the silence of death deafening in its finality. 

Corpses of demons, humans, elves, and countless other races littered the ground, their lifeless bodies serving as grim markers of a war that had consumed the world for months. 

Above it all, the sky was an angry shade of gray, as if mourning the lives lost in the senseless conflict.

At the center of this desolation stood Neron, his body drenched in blood and soot. 

His once-pristine clothes were torn, his hands trembling as he gripped the hilt of his sword, its blade dull with the blood of those he had slain. 

"Huu… haaa…"

His chest heaved with exhaustion, his breaths shallow and labored. 

Yet, despite the physical toll, it was the weight on his soul that threatened to crush him entirely.