Sinnoque stood in the middle of the battlefield. Corpses scattered across the muddy landscape. Some, headless, blood pouring out of their severed necks.
Some, just limbless, despair and suffering etched onto their expressions.
Sinnoque didn't say anything. He kept silent. His black eyes like that of an endless abyss, staring into the wide horizon as the impact of raindrops and earth echoed through his ears.
All these lives he promised to save, were all annihilated.
"Everyone," Sinnoque started, his expression scruching up and becoming more pained.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you all..."
Not long after, a figure emerged from the skies, breaking through the clouds before finally slamming down to the earth.
*KABOOM!*
Mud and blood expanded outwards, then downwards, raining down Sinnoque's surroundings.
None of the mud nor blood stained Sinnoque. Not even a single particle.
As the dust settled, Sinnoque simply stared at the man in front of him with eyes devoid of purpose.
The man was dressed fancily — wearing a black cloak outlined with gold threads, a luxury only few could afford back then.
The man had pale white skin, and dark blue eyes that rippled like the waves of the ocean. Unpredictable and dangerous.
"Chaos Harbinger," The man simply smiled at Sinnoque's hopeless expression, finding this situation amusing. "Once great, now..."
"Playing with mud like a pig,"
He chuckled. That deep, annoyingly sarcastic tone of his echoing trough Sinnoque's ears.
The man leaned against a boulder to his left, with an arrogant posture.
"Do you not feel a *single* drop of remorse?" Sinnoque asked, his fists clenched tightly against his sides.
"No." The man answered, still grinning like an idiot. "Why should I feel remorse for the deaths *I* didn't cause?"
"This is *your* fault."
"Retard." He laughed as he mocked Sinnoque, a glass of red wine slowly materializing on his right hand as he raised his up.
He took a sip of that red wine, exhaling in pleasure.
"You held back. That caused the death of your... Friends." As he slowly came to a sitting position, a wooden chair materialized out of thin air behind him.
*...*
Sinnoque paused. He paused as he processed the man's words. Of course. This was his fault.
*I didn't make the effort to save them. Why didn't I?*
*WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I MAKE THE EFFORT TO SAVE THEM!?*
The words were trapped in Sinnoque's mind, as he continued to break slowly at the man's continued mocking.
But then — like a switch, Sinnoque's entire atmosphere completely changed.
"It doesn't matter anymore." Sinnoque started, his sentence getting the man in dark cloak to visually widen his eyes in confusion.
"I have saved those I could, but not those I could not. I cannot save everyone."
"But you're right." Sinnoque nodded in acknowledgement of the man's words.
"This was my fault. So I won't hold back now."
Sinnoque's declaration sent a ripple of excitement through the man. "Finally!"
"This is getting exci-"
Before the man could speak, as he tried to stand upright, his left foot got caught in the mud, causing him to lose balance.
*Oh what the fuck?*
Without anything to break his fall, man fell face-first onto the mud. At first, nothing happened. The next, blood drenched the man's cloak as it continued pouring out of his body.
The glass of wine the man was holding had stabbed him deep in the chest.
"H-how..?" The man struggled to find his words as consciousness started to slip oit of his grasp.
Before he could ask another question the boulder that he once leaned against slowly rolled towards him.
"H-HEY! HARBINGER! HELP ME!"
"..." Instead of extending a hand to save the man, Sinnoque simply stared at him as if he were livestock.
The boulder crushed the man's skull with a disgusting wet crunch as parts of his skull and brain matter scattered everywhere.
Sinnoque won the battle without wasting a single breath.