I covered my face with both hands, accompanied by a sigh. If I were to say that I’m not afraid of death, that would naturally be a lie.
But more than that, I was afraid of the aftermath of my death.
Who on earth could stop the Dark Church?
Even I, who knew the future, had to make countless sacrifices to stop the Dark Church. A world without the variable of ‘me’ could never stop the Dark Church.
Wasn’t the result the landscapes I had seen in my dreams?
A land clotted with blood and corpses, a world where all sorts of monsters devoured human flesh and lost all laws and ethics.
Suddenly, portraits of bleeding women scorched through my mind like lightning.
Would my precious ones die like that too? I simply couldn’t accept such a future.
Strength involuntarily entered my grip as I swept down my face. As if intending to leave nail marks on my skin.
My lips moved on their own, unable to abandon the last hope.
“Still, if I keep…