Enough of this nonsense," Mureno hissed. "Now, kill him!"
"Kyaa!"
"Growwll!"
Emitting disjointed noises,the horde rushed again.
Ethan glanced at horde and then at Hall
"Run and hide.And make sure to keep away from the attack range," he ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," Hall said quickly and sprinted toward the shadows without looking back.
Ethan gripped his greatsword tightly and lifted it high. The crimson aura around him flared like a blazing storm, coating the blade in red light.
He watched the undead charge at him and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I'm really sorry."
"As someone who promised to protect my people… I failed to keep that promise."
His grip tightened.
"I failed to be a good Lord."
He opened his eyes, now filled with unwavering resolve that masked his grief and fury.
"But now, all I can do is free you from your suffering… and destroy the monster who turned you into this."
