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No matter how much he tried to rest in peace, the memories of that time constantly echoed within his mind, the memories of his fight, the memories of his sacrifice.
The laughter of his foe, the corrupted bastard that was paid to hunt him and his wife, after they tried to run away from the tyranny of Oceania and Odin.
"I dont want to leave her behind…"
The searing pain of the Dark Pest's black blade piercing his stomach and breaking his armor, his gusts being slowly burned and melted by its black blaze…
"Dark Pest… you bastard! It wasn't enough with taking away my friends, my whole party, the friends I brought from my world, where we all survived together until reaching this high!"
"Hahahah! I have to admit it, you tried your best. But this is as far as you go, Eustace! With your death, your Guild, the Crimson Foxes, is no more! HAHAHAHA!"