[Level Up, +4 to all stats]
Ken looked at the screen for a second, then turned it off. He looked at the body of the demonic human, the sword laying beside his massive body, which was without a head.
'The stench of blood makes my stomach churn, the sight of a human body on the ground causes my heart to ache, even for a demonic human.
I'm happy about that. This feeling tells me I still have humanity. This feeling is what I'll cling onto as time goes on, to not lose myself completely.'
He grabbed the massive sword and dragged it back to where the battle was happening. His footsteps were heavy across the ground covered in dried grass and leaves. Every step drew him closer to the sounds of weapons and explosions, the smell of burning mixed with blood was heavy.
He arrived and saw the battle that had taken place and was still going on. The mages had come to help, and with them, the battle turned in favor of the elves, but even they had suffered some losses, though not great.
