The holy sword drank up all the blood, and corpses filled the corridor.
The light he once looked up to was now holding the tip of the sword against his throat - but it did not penetrate. The brave man leaned over and smeared the sticky blood across his trembling face, like a private mark for a slave.
'Baby, how could I let you die'
The moment the whisper fell, he understood: he would no longer be the friend of the high-spirited young man back then, but a plaything imprisoned in a cage of eternal night for only one person to play with.
Between the edge of the sword and the palm of your hand, there is no way out.
The hero attacks x the friend suffers (attack and suffering are always in reincarnation, and will eventually return to the original body. The hero and the friend are just one of the reincarnations in life)
It's probably a middle chapter (?) And the origin story of attack and suffering will be told later in the chapter
The source of inspiration is Pinocchio p's "Super Hero", please support Pinocchio p, thank you meow (who dares to make mistakes here!)
No one understands that my XP can only cook by myself.
Intention: I hope that everyone who looks up will not have to become a sacrifice.