Lost Boy

Northern lost track of how much time had passed, after the death of his favorite monster… well, second favorite. He found himself succumbing to a strong desire to give up.

And it was a feeling that wasn't that hard to succumb to.

With the prospect that the wars offered, his growth most importantly, Northern didn't see this as him succumbing to a trap of some sort.

He didn't even think this was the doing of the rift.

After seeing his death angel die, he began to think deeply about a single thing.

What would happen one day if the Kingdom of Red Mine was not able to defeat its foes?

They would be ravaged instead, slaughtered, their blood carpeting the cursed fields of wherever their doom descended on them.

The thought of it made chills claw at his spine.

'I don't want to die.'

And so Northern began to fight harder.