Ragnarokia

While the looming threat of the dark clouds was still a long distance away, the war didn't stop even for a moment.

By one of the streets, a new mercenary, who only two months ago finished his tutorial, watched as his fellow soldiers died all around him.

This was an insane sight to him.

'This is stupid…'

He took a few steps back.

'None of those Handlers spoke anything about this!' 

He turned around, wanting to leave, but the soldiers behind him kept pushing him forward as they had to follow orders and advance.

At that moment, a shower of arrows rained down on them from the sky and stabbed through their armor like it was paper.

Everyone around the young man died, but he miraculously survived without a scratch.

His legs were shaking uncontrollably as he stood frozen in shock.

At that moment, an enemy soldier approached him with a war cry. He looked into the soldier's eyes and saw fear instead of malice.