|˙˙) Who Controls Humanity's Fate?
In the forest, beneath the night sky.
At that moment, the shadow of a tall man stood silently before a cliff atop the mountain. He leaned on a rusty greatsword he had somehow found and gazed wordlessly into the distant darkness beyond the cliff.
After everything he had just been through, his body and mind were exhausted, and his heart was full of anger with nowhere to vent it. The darkness before him seemed almost painfully glaring!
Because...
The black night reminded him of the black tornado, and of everything that had happened within it!
"Grr~!"
As he dwelled on it, anger simmering in his heart with nowhere to go, he clenched his teeth and gripped the sword hilt even tighter, as if he wanted to draw the rusty greatsword and hack some enemy to pieces.
Unfortunately, there were no enemies here. There was only him!
So, after a long while, he slowly loosened his grip on the hilt and raised the eyelid of his one remaining good eye, looking toward the distant night sky.
After a long while...
"Humanity's fate..."
"Is it really controlled by the gods?"
"If not..."
"Why can't people do what they want most of the time?"
In the end, he could only let out a sorrowful sigh and speak as if to himself. Then, with the strength of his one arm, he yanked the greatsword free and slowly turned around, ready to drag his weary body and broken heart back to his companions.
"Hee!"
"Mister, I can answer that question for you!"
Just as the man had taken a few steps away, a clear, ethereal voice, sweet and a little childish, suddenly rang out behind him in the dark forest.
"!!"
Clang!
At the sound, the man whipped around and