Screams of agony echoed across the land.
Blood and sweat merged, painting the ground with a color that should never have existed.
The metallic stench filled the air.
I imagined…how the people who loved them would react,seeing their loved ones trampled like insects.
"Help me… help—"
Crack.
The voice was cut off.
My subordinate's body fell limp, like a broken puppet.
My hands trembled.
Why…?
Is this the end that awaits me as well?
I could only stand there.
Listening to the clash of blades…and the screams that felt like they would never end.
God…
Being born human is already bad enough.
My parents never wanted me.I lived like trash.
Is there anyone more cursed than me?
I never wanted this life.
Not even once.
…
But…
I also refuse to die like a cowardwho did nothing at the end of his life.
My breathing grew ragged.
I ran.
My hand reached for a sword embedded in the ground—probably belonging to a fallen comrade.
The hilt was still warm.
In front of me…
A horde of demons.
And among them—one figure stood still.
Not moving.
Watching.
Their leader.
Impossible.
That word kept piercing through my mind, no matter how many times I tried to deny it.
And yet…
Something burned within my chest.
Hot.
Growing hotter.
As if my own body refused to retreat.
I raised my sword.
Before me, human captives were being slaughtered one by one—without mercy, without reason.
My veins tensed.My teeth clenched hard.
"You damn demons…!"
I kicked off the ground.
And ran.
—
The earth cracked beneath my steps.
The world around me slowed.
The screams…the clash of steel…everything faded.
Only one thing remained—
Me… and them.
CRACK!
My blade pierced through a demon's chest. Blood burst forth.
"You bastard…!"
The demon tried to hold its posture.
But failed.
Its body collapsed slowly, as if it had only just realized… it was already dead.
I walked past the demons I had just slain.
My steps were heavy.
My gaze was empty.
The sword in my hand was drenched in blood—already losing its shape.
I stopped.
Looking around.
Silence.
No more human voices.
No one left to call.
Nothing… remained.
"…Damn it."
My voice was hoarse.
"This is no different from attacking an anthill…"
I let out a hollow laugh.
"They'll just keep coming…"
My hand trembled.
"Damn it… damn it… DAMN IT!"
I gritted my teeth.
"No matter how many times I fight… it always ends the same way!"
My breathing broke apart.
"I'm… always the last one standing…"
The wind suddenly shifted.
The sky above cracked with magical light.
BRRRRMMMM—
Space itself was torn open.
One… two… then dozens of magic circles appeared at once.
From within them—
Demonic warships emerged.
Massive. Dark. Floating like a nightmare made real.
And beneath them…
Thousands of soldiers.
Descending.
Without sound.
Without hesitation.
All heading toward a single point—
Me.
I laughed.
Softly.
Then louder.
"HAHA…"
I raised my sword—
Broken in half.
Yet I still pointed it straight at them.
"Come…"
My voice was low. Hoarse. But clear.
"I'LL TAKE YOU ALL ON—"
I stepped forward.
"—UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF ME!"
The ground beneath me cracked.
The air trembled.
And for a moment—
The world… held its breath.
I could only accept—
my end.
But—
KRAAAK!!
The sky split apart with lightning.
In an instant, the advancing demons were reduced to ash.
Silence.
Amid the ruined battlefield—
a winged woman descended slowly.
Her wings… were beautiful.
That was the only thought I had.
Her hair shimmered like gold, reflecting light that didn't even exist in this place.
And her eyes—
red.
Like blood.
And for some reason…
those eyes were fixed on me.
"You were supposed to die here."