In the next moment, an invisible force pierced through Taunt's body, causing it to explode with a deafening roar.
That gaze, branded into his heart, was more impactful than any words.
Every time he recalled it, it made his heart tremble.
He survived, led the team out of the siege, and completed the mission.
But "Taunt" remained forever on that land.
Since then, the burden on his shoulders had become increasingly heavy.
Every decision was like walking on thin ice, repeatedly calculated.
He feared seeing that gaze again, knowing that a neglect of his could make a brother who depended on him leave.
This had also become the source of the most profound pressure deep within his heart.
He had to become stronger, more cautious, leaving nothing to chance...and he also had to protect each remaining teammate carefully.
He drained the blue liquid from the glass.
He found himself no longer able to easily turn away with the initial mindset.
