Two human silhouettes stood side by side on the horizon.
The world at dusk was suffocatingly silent. In the evening where twilight had descended, as the boundary between light and darkness blurred, all things transformed into shadows.
The countless sprawled corpses, the rock where the man was perched, and my body that was battered and bruised.
It was a peculiar sensation.
Right in the middle of the landscape painting that dyed my retinas, there I was. As if observing the spot where I stood from beyond there.
It was a brief illusion.
As I turned my body unsteadily, my vision soon normalized.
Fiercely indifferent golden eyes were staring at me. A gaze without even a shred of doubt or anxiety mixed in.
Conviction, or declaration.
The man said he would bring me victory. It was a promise he had never broken even once until now, but today, I too couldn’t help but harbor doubts.
The opponent was a master who had protected the Holy Kingdom for centuries, wasn’t he?
The power that manipulated even life and death could rightly be said…