Kael closed his eyes.
Then he slowly opened them.
And then, what entered his vision was a sight he could never forget.
…
18.
That was the number of spears that had successfully pierced Tharok's huge body.
Drip…
Drops of blood dripped onto Kaelus's clothes.
"Why…"
His eyes were filled with hopelessness and soullessness.
Tharok should have been able to dodge those spears.
But…
"Why… did you protect me?"
Tharok smiled gently, looking at Kaelus with affection.
"…Because… we are… friends… And friends should… help each other."
He was indeed the kindest person Kaelus had ever met.
"Die, you bastards!"
Not far away, Dix was fighting all four captains of the demon king's army alone, and at the same time.
He had gone completely insane after losing five comrades in less than an hour.
Tharok glanced at Dix, then turned his gaze to Kaelus:
"I'm done for, Kaelus. So… please go help Dix."
Kaelus clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.
