Dying as a Human!

"Heh heh! You killed my people! Destroyed my kingdom! Defiled my soul! And now you want to leave? Too late!" Sernal's voice was grim and icy. Though he usually seemed sunny and cheerful, his words now made him sound like a traveler returned from the abyss.

"I have seen hell! I came from the abyss!" Sernal revealed a savage smile and swung the holy sword once more.

"Cough, cough! Wes!" Caslo groaned with his eyes closed.

Slap! A crisp slap rang out.

"Still barking like a dog? Do you know you almost died? Do you want my sister to become a widow? You bastard!" Dos Antony slapped Caslo across the face, jolting him awake.

"Cough, cough! Dos? Where's Wes?" Caslo grabbed Dos Antony's hand.

"He went looking for your dad!" Dos Antony shook off Caslo's hand and stormed away angrily.

"Hehehe!" A foolish laugh came from nearby. Following the sound, Caslo discovered that Reno was grinning smugly.

"Hey! Close your mouth. You're drooling!" Caslo rubbed his swollen cheek, privately cursing that bastard's freakish strength.

"Where's my disciple?" Caslo's heart sank. He had already prepared for the worst. He had truly miscalculated this time—he spent all day hunting geese only to have one peck out his eye. Just as he had said, prejudice and arrogance had harmed humanity.

"Not dead. At least, he was still alive when we left. I'm not sure about now." Reno shook his head.

"?" Caslo froze. Was there some plot development he didn't know about? The paid VIP kind?

"Yeah, anyway, it was pretty surreal! Let me tell you—the Nazgûl turned on each other! The Third Nazgûl, Sernal, nearly caught Uwasa and beat him to death!" Reno said mysteriously.

"What? Why don't you tell me Roland planted an agent in Mordor too?" Caslo scoffed.

"Holy