The severed head of Lord Sapphire lay on the ground, a testament to Herald's terrifying power and his unwavering resolve. His words, "But it doesn't matter, you would work with me whether you like it or not, because what I would tell you, about the cult will utterly ruins your world," it was a chilling pronouncement of my new, inescapable reality. I was no longer an extra; I was a pawn, dragged onto the main stage by a force I couldn't comprehend, let alone try to defy.
My mind, despite the horror of the scene, immediately began to intellectualize, to calculate. Herald was undoubtedly powerful, perhaps the strongest character I had encountered. But his methods were brutal, his non-chalant attitude towards mass murder deeply unsettling. What if his fight against the cult was careless, driven by pure vengeance, putting me at unnecessary risk? My primary goal was survival, not righteous crusades.
I began to weigh the good and bad of being Herald's apprentice.
The Good:
