Leriat XI

The young warrior boy loomed over the unconscious figure of the one who had robbed him of his dear friend's life.

Though his sword had been swept away by the river's current, the tight grip of his hand revealed his burning thirst for revenge.

However, a deep conflict raged within his heart, for he could not bear the thought of extinguishing another person's life. He had been raised with the determined value of protection, instilled with the belief that every life was worth safeguarding.

Observing Leriat's bitter expression, Ervian gently rested his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Alright, I can understand it."

Ervian himself had faced countless battles against nefarious foes during the war with the demons.

Yet, the act of taking a life in its entirety weighed heavily on his conscience. He knew all too well that it was an entirely different matter, a decision that carried profound consequences and challenged the very core of one's being.