There was something about this man known as K.
The way he walked commanded authority; not just from the people who knew and witnessed his might, but from random people who had just met him or saw him for the first time.
Even though he always hid his presence, pressure and aura; he couldn't hide the pure charisma that radiated from him.
The quiet enigmatic presence he carried was something the soldiers in the Jalozian side of the Levarian Army looked up to.
But no one knew what lay beneath the perfect warrior.
He wasn't the perfect warrior people thought he was.
He was a man riddled with guilt, shame, and sorrow.
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(POV: K)
Cough~! Cough~!
My cough keeps getting worse.. day by day.
The poison I've tried so hard to quell is starting to resurface again.
Now my vitality is being drained at a stupidly rapid pace.
Imight die anytime soon.
I walk. Not paying attention to the rows of tents or the ass licking soldiers around me.
