From birth, to growing up, to becoming strong, Vera had never felt so wretched before.
Excruciating pain radiated from every part of her body, especially her eyes and brain.
She gently touched the skin beside her eye. It was frozen, and pain shot through her.
From the very beginning, those eyes should never have belonged to her. This pair of eyes the rebels called "Guregs' Gift" had brought her an unimaginable burden.
She had become sleepier, an icy chill constantly lurking within her body, her stamina seeming to be corroded away.
Though their power was undeniable, Vera still missed her ordinary glasses more.
"Absolutely awful..." she muttered, using Vivaldo for support as she rose to her feet. Double vision had already appeared before her eyes.
The people around her had melted into mixtures of flesh and metal. Their deaths were undoubtedly the most gruesome she had ever seen.
Vera narrowed her eyes and, through her blurred vision, recognized the face of a half-charred corpse nearby.
It was an old veteran. She had drunk with him just a few months ago.
Miraculously, she felt not the slightest pity or sorrow—only a trace of fear.
Fear of why she had no reaction at all.
"This person... should be my friend, right?" she asked herself in confusion.
But there was no time for self-reflection. I need to evacuate too... Enduring the stabbing ache in her brain, Vera frowned and casually sliced the two charging demons into halves.
Suddenly, a sheet of fire filled her vision!
In her urgency, Vera flung her cloak out, relying on the mithril woven into its tattered fabric to block the blast of flames.
Whoosh!
Boom!
The tremendous impact made her clamp down on her lip. The spell itself was not very damaging, but it tugged at her internal