At some point, rain began falling from the sky, growing heavier and heavier as the icy water relentlessly battered his body.
"Di... Diak?"
Staring at the figure before him, Yoseph stood there in a daze.
The instant their eyes met, Diak's pupils were already nearly unfocused. As if he had finally let out a sigh of relief, his iron-tower-like body crashed to the ground.
All along the way, he had taken Yoseph and fought a mad path out, killing his way to this point. His blood was nearly drained dry. Who knew what kind of willpower had kept him going until now?
"No, no, no... This isn't real..."
The sight before him made Yoseph doubt his own eyes. Dragging his heavily wounded body, he practically crawled on all fours to Diak, then lifted him into his arms.
The instant he touched him, all he felt was icy coldness. Even the flesh and blood had visibly withered away, throwing Yoseph's emotions into utter collapse.
"You'll be fine. You'll be fine, Diak!"
He tried to perform emergency treatment, but the battle spear that had pierced through Diak's entire body left Yoseph with nowhere to begin. At the same time, the complete absence of even the slightest breath or heartbeat sent his tears bursting forth.
The centaur soldiers who had fought their way out alongside them noticed the commotion. Some wept until they could no longer make a sound, while others shut their eyes in agony.
One young centaur soldier struggled to his feet and came before Yoseph. Then, aiming at his face, he slammed his fist into it!
"Why?! Why did you have to charge forward?!!"
Amid his furious questioning, the young centaur's fist repeatedly smashed into Yoseph's face.
Yoseph did not dodge. His face was utterly broken, and he simply let