Use My Holy Sword to Fulfill Your Dreams!

"Ah!" Wes was nearly scared to death by Sernal appearing behind him. After all, anyone would be terrified if someone suddenly emerged behind them in a place like Mirkwood.

"You..." Wes was at a loss for words.

"Finding you was easy! Did you forget the mark I left on you?" The somewhat illusory Sernal pointed at Wes's wrist.

"Enough, no more wasting words. I don't have much time!" Sernal frowned. The soul-fire in his eyes flickered a few times, and the flames around his body grew even fiercer.

"You..." Only then did Wes realize that the flames engulfing Sernal were soul-fire. This was clearly what it looked like when a sacrifice skill had been activated.

"It doesn't matter. Someone like me, who should have been buried beneath the dust of history, should not be living on this land." Sernal shook his head with a wistful sigh.

"I have done too many wrong things in my life..."

"The One Ring bewitched my mind and led me to fall!"

"I missed too much, and I did too many things wrong!" Sernal said sadly.

"It's all right. You have realized your mistakes and repented. No one can force that responsibility upon you." Wes looked at Sernal. No one could blame those who had once been corrupted by the One Ring, for they too were victims. The true culprit was Sauron, not these Nazgûl who were little more than tools.

"It is already too late! My hands are stained with the blood of innocents... A holy sword is meant to protect unarmed people, yet I turned it against civilians... I am guilty. I have always been a sinner!" Sernal shook his head with a bitter smile.

"If I had died on the battlefield back then... perhaps that would have been the best ending." A