他只能見一片殷紅，嘴裏腥甜，四肢綿軟
——自己應是死了。
黑髮的少年渾身顫抖着，卻仍緊緊攥着手中的長槍。
他沒有龍角，反應也比記憶中更為稚嫩——
但他不會認錯這把長槍，不會認錯那雙眼睛，那靜如湖面的青綠下是怎樣的殘酷。
傷口開始癒合，他轉了轉眼珠，看向少年。
少年毫不猶豫地再次揮動長槍——
「就是這樣。」
對敵斬盡殺絕的人，是你。
一手葬送摯愛的人，是你。
差點引致故鄉毀滅的人，還是你。
少年捂着身上的傷口，步步後退，直至離開他的視線。
「在親眼見證你的死期之前，我們會再見面的。」
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, ███."
