Alayot walked onto the battlefield.
His gaze fell upon Sword Demon, who had fallen asleep. Beside him lay his sword, while a pungent smell of alcohol lingered in the surrounding space.
Alayot crouched down and carefully lifted Sword Demon's body.
Then, he looked at the destruction surrounding them.
Multiverses shattered.
Timelines disrupted.
Space collapsed.
Countless civilizations had ceased to exist.
The battlefield was no longer recognizable.
Alayot was a mechanical being. Many emotions were foreign to him, and there were numerous feelings he couldn't personally experience. However, that didn't mean he couldn't understand them.
He looked at the man in his arms.
A man who had lost almost everything.
A man who had spent countless years pretending that everything was fine, concealing his emotions behind a composed expression.
Those emotions had been locked deep within him, restrained by chains he had forged over the years.
Now, those chains had finally loosened.
