Northern scanned his surrounding, he wasn't sure what was what anymore. He gazed down on his blood-stained hands.
'What am I even doing…?'
His mind was foggy and unasked questions digger deeper into oblivion.
He gazed down from the heaps of corpses as monsters chained what was left of their foes, condemning them to slaves… miners.
He was like that too once…
Was he though?
He had always been a general… a war general, one that fought only for the kingdom of Red Mines, heralding ruthless victories.
Hailed as a hero… to monsters.
And yet nothing felt wrong about it.
His eyes dimmed, its living sparks disappearing. The blue hue of his pupils, dull and fading. All that was left of him was emptiness.
He picked up the onyx blade and jumped down from the heap of corpse, walking behind the column of monsters that hurled away their captives with chains.
