This Other World Is Really Going to Die

Bloody dusk, ruined village. Emiya dragged the blood-stained wood-cutting ax and looked in the direction of the dense forest where the goblins retreated. Yesterday he was trapped in the primitive jungle, and today he was in a scorched earth littered with corpses. I don't understand the language, and I don't have any possessions. The only thing I rely on is the whisper in my mind that connects to other worlds for ten minutes every day. Every breath is drenched in real blood. He gripped the ax handle tightly, knowing that every step he took could lead to death.