CHAPTER 1: FIGHT TILL DEATH

- FIRST POINT OF VIEW -

(DRIP DRIP)

"HAA…. after a long struggle... will this be my final grave? I think my whole life is a failure." I grumpily said in a lonely manner

Before I digest all things that happened during this whole week of relentlessly fighting these sickening enemies from the empire. I found myself standing on a small hill, in surroundings full of mess, mixed with the things that were hard to explain, whether flesh or weapons because everything is in crimson.

"sigh, I can't even move a finger. "

I remain standing on the small hill of dead bodies piled under my feet like it was the final stage of my flickering life. My eyes tirelessly wandered in my surroundings, where I can clearly see the gory scenes everywhere like I'm in hell itself- because of the countless severed arms and dead bodies scattered around.

"We won. at the very least." that's my deliberate opinion with a sigh of relief while hardly maintaining my shaky feet to stay standstill in this horrible place called battlefield

" sigh... I think me and my colleagues will depart from this world without even getting any glimpse of the goal we are hoping for. what terrible life... truly... cough"

It was the last word and complaint that I managed to mutter under my breath before I felt the extreme coldness of loneliness, that made me want to rest and embrace this darkness of the end.

Yes, I remain standing even in my last breath, fighting until the last drop of blood leaves my body while holding a sword, indicating our great victory.

'i hope this never-ending war will cease before it becomes too late.'

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- THIRD-PERSON POINT OF VIEW -

When the brave soldier exhaled his last breath, the sky no longer holds back its tears at the loss of many lives just because of the nonexisting ideology they were fighting.

His lifeless body remains standing, amid the heavy downfall of rains that soaked his body drenched in blood. Until his damaged and disfigured silver armor fully emerged and give its final glint of light for the glory of its owner.

Every regular soldier wore this kind of armor in their Kingdom. Still, with his unfathomable skill, he utilizes it in a different way to maximize its usage to protect his life until he piles as many bodies as he can under his feet.

Yes, even though he was only a lowly soldier, he fought like a grim reaper who didn't show any mercy to his foes and harvested them like crops in the farmland, reaping their flesh without even batting an eye. Yet, his image to his allies was a dependable wall that they could rely upon their way towards victory in fighting this unfavorable war. However, no one was left to tell their courageous battle.

The clouds become even more wrathful. Thick bolts of lightning descend toward the ground until the body of the brave warrior is struck. It was so intense to the point his armor became scorch black. Some excessive lightning bolts escaped on him, and they rampaged the surroundings

when the lightning destroyed all things in his vicinity, his body was thrown far away by the force of the lightning.

The dead bodies he was standing before were obliterated, and it caused different kinds of body parts and guts to be thrown in the air. after some time, they fell like a rain of blood and flesh that seemed like an abomination landed on this place.

It continued like this for a moment. that made the hell-like scene become more horrible and gruesome insight

-rattles-

"Chirp chirp"

When the rain started to stop, different kinds of scavenger birds and animals naturally interested in flesh began to emerge one by one in every direction, and they were gnawing or pecking the bodies of the fallen soldiers.

"croaks croaks"

One of the crows landed on the naked body of the previous warrior who got hit by the lightning. It tilts its head, looking so curiously at the man who was already naked because his armor was turned into ash by the lightning. Yet, his body miraculously remains intact.

Then the crow slowly takes every step while maintaining its last look at the man. It tilts its head on every side. Then, when the crows felt that it was nothing to be afraid of, it took an opportunity to get near to the left side of its head to aim at the eye of the man, but when the crows were ready to get a peck, it suddenly spread its wings and took a rapid retreat and flew high up in the sky, like it was running for its life.

-gasp-

"cough cough"