Mag felt as though he was watching the countdown to the end of his life. The excruciating pain that came from within his soul made him want to end it all as soon as possible.
The sword was already in front of him. The moment it landed, everything would end.
Just then, a soft white glow suddenly landed on him.
Mag regained his senses and a little consciousness, as though someone poured a bucket of ice water over him.
After that, he saw that adorable figure in the bits of his soul fragments. Her kneeling by the bed, and holding his hand looking lonely, her smiling happily in a new dress, her smiling blissfully when she tried the food he made for the first time…
The landing sword suddenly stopped, and chopped off a few strands of hair.
I cannot die!
This time, I cannot die again!
The sword landed, and Mag clenched his fists tightly as he let out a deep growl.
