Heroic Spirits!

Am I dying?

Mano felt the strength within his body draining away along with his blood. His consciousness gradually began to scatter, and breathing became more and more difficult. The approach of death made the physical pain slowly fade, and he was already beginning to lose sensation, but the power of his faith kept his spirit concentrated as he felt a massive force summoning him.

That was the radiance of divinity!

This was a very ordinary skirmish, for ever since the Time of Troubles erupted, humanity's battle against the demons had already begun.

As an officer in charge of the defense of the Wind Spear Hills, it was not Mano's first time fighting demons, except that this time he had not expected the enemy's numbers to be so great, and they had already run out of time to retreat and call for reinforcements.

They had won.

This seemed only natural, because Port Nyanzaru had never yet failed!

They had their own pride, the pride belonging to Port Nyanzaru's mighty military might. Even though their opponents were demons far exceeding them in number and strength, in the end they still won.

Yes.

They won.

It was just like when he followed Lord Soren to slay the white dragon, followed Lord Soren to defeat the other pirate kings, and followed Lord Soren on the expedition to Treasure Island.

The army of Port Nyanzaru was invincible!

Mano felt the vitality of life receding from his body; his injuries were already extremely severe. Breathing had become so difficult, and he tried to open his mouth to comfort the sorrowful comrade-in-arms who was holding him up, but in the end he failed to emit even a trace of sound. These were comrades who fought side by side with him, comrades who could entrust their backs