他只能见一片殷红，嘴里腥甜，四肢绵软
——自己应是死了。
黑发的少年浑身颤抖着，却仍紧紧攥着手中的长枪。
他没有龙角，反应也比记忆中更为稚嫩——
但他不会认错这把长枪，不会认错那双眼睛，那静如湖面的青绿下是怎样的残酷。
伤口开始愈合，他转了转眼珠，看向少年。
少年毫不犹豫地再次挥动长枪——
「就是这样。」
对敌斩尽杀绝的人，是你。
一手葬送挚爱的人，是你。
差点引致故乡毁灭的人，还是你。
少年捂着身上的伤口，步步后退，直至离开他的视线。
「在亲眼见证你的死期之前，我们会再见面的。」
Character Story: Part II
The only thing he could sense was a splotch of crimson in his sight and the taste of iron in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive.
— He must have died.
The black-haired young man shivered violently all over, but still clutched onto the spear in his hands.
He had no dragon horns, and his reaction was slightly less mature than he remembered...
But he would never forget this spear, these eyes, and how cruelty burst out from beneath the mirror-like emerald calmness.
His wounds began to heal. His irises flickered and fixed their gaze at the boy once more.
Without hesitation, the boy made another flourish with the spear...
"That's it."
The one who showed no mercy to enemies - was you.
The one who single-handedly buried the beloved - was you.
The one who almost led the place called home to its destruction - was also you.
He fell down again.
The teen pressed his hand against his own wounds and retreated, until he was no longer in the man's sight.
"Before I witness your death in person, we will meet again, ███."
