"Your evil reign ends here!"
The white-haired boy's voice cut through the battlefield like a blade, trembling with fury, righteousness… and finality.
On the blood-soaked earth, a boy with black hair lay gasping. A sword pierced his chest—its hilt glinting like mockery in the moonlight. His body trembled. His breath came shallow. But his eyes… burned with fire.
He looked up, locking gazes with the so-called hero. Beside him stood three girls—radiant under the cold, silver moon.
To any other, they looked like angels.
To him… they were ghosts.
The one with raven-black hair, so much like his own, gripped a glowing staff and an ancient spellbook. His sister. The one who once whispered, "You're not a monster… you're my brother."
The one in soft pink robes—a nun's cross pressed to her chest. His best friend. The girl who once prayed for him when the world cursed his name.
And the last… a golden-haired princess with a broken crown and shattered dreams. His fiancée. The one who once begged him to dance with her under starlight… forever.
Now they stared down at him not with sorrow… but with hatred.
Like he was a plague that needed to be purged.
His name… was Zairen.
And once, they had all loved him.
His sister took a step forward. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but her voice still trembled with resolve.
"Do you regret it… everything you did?"
For a moment… his lips trembled. His heart, already pierced by steel, cracked from the inside.
He remembered the day they turned their backs first. The day he begged for justice, and the kingdom gave him silence.
They made me into this, he thought. They just don't want to remember.
But then—
He laughed.
A jagged, broken laugh.
A laugh drenched in madness… blood… and heartbreak.
"Regret?" he coughed, blood painting his chin. "Hah… Are you serious?"
His laughter roared across the battlefield, chilling the night.
They froze.
"I don't regret a single damn thing."
"Give me another chance…"
"I'd burn it all again. I'd shatter your peace again. I'd drag this entire world into ruin—just to feel alive one more time!"
His voice shook with hatred…
But his eyes—
His eyes were drowning in pain.
The white-haired hero stepped forward, disgust twisting his face.
"He's gone. There's nothing left. A heartless monster… He doesn't deserve your tears."
The three girls turned their backs.
But before they vanished, they each gave him one last glance—
Not of sorrow.
Not of pity.
But of cold, merciless hatred.
And then… they were gone.
He was alone.
Utterly alone.
The wind howled like a requiem.
His blood soaked into the ground like a cursed offering.
He stared up at the night sky. The stars were bright. Distant. Mocking.
"They must be celebrating…" he murmured. "Their peace… their shining hero…"
A single tear slipped from his eye, lost in the crimson on his face.
"What a life…"
"What a boring, meaningless… pathetic life."
Memories clawed at his fading mind—
The kingdoms he razed.
The friends he betrayed.
The love he let slip through his fingers.
"Maybe… I shouldn't have done it," he whispered.
But then—
That same bitter laughter returned. Dry. Cracked. Bloody.
"No. No… I'd do it again. I'd tear this world apart again. Even if it kills me. Even if it leaves me in hell…"
"I'd still do it."
His coughs turned violent. His vision flickered. Darkness crept in like a shroud.
And then…
He saw it.
A single, white feather drifting down beside him. Pure. Untouched.
And next to it—
A necklace. Familiar. Precious.
His fingers trembled as they reached for it.
The moment he touched it—her face returned.
The girl.
Long black hair. That smile—warm, innocent. The voice that once whispered:
"Promise me you'll come back…"
His lips quivered.
His chest shook with sobs he couldn't hold back.
"…I'm sorry…"
"I couldn't keep our promise…"
His soul screamed in silence.
"If I had one more chance…"
"I'd hold you again…"
"I'd protect you this time…"
"I'd—"
"I…"
And then—
His chest rose one last time—
And stilled.
No final breath. No farewell.
Just silence.
The world would remember him as a villain. A curse. A monster.
But as Zairen died…
He whispered only one name.
And with it… one final, silent regret.
And far beyond the mortal realm, in a place where gods no longer looked—
The necklace pulsed. Once.
And the stars… blinked.