"Master, when exactly will your memories come back?"
Memories? Did I... lose my memory? And who... are you?
"I suddenly understood. The hero I've always pursued and the hero Master pursued were never the same at all..."
[--Roar!]
As Divine began slaughtering everything around him, one or two draconic Mlortha took advantage of an opening and rushed straight into the crowd of humans.
Several of them became food for the draconic Mlortha because they could not dodge in time, while amid the panicked crowd, a few people at the front grabbed weapons first.
Seeing this, Divine instinctively grabbed one of the draconic Mlortha that had been attacking the humans, then raised it high over his head.
Who... Who the hell are you? Why... do I feel unwilling... pissed off... You bastard, you really... suddenly piss me off!
[Ahhhhh!]
--Rip!
The inexplicable rage that ignited in his heart drove him to roar, to go mad. Divine tore it in half with brute force, and as if that still was not enough to vent his anger, he tossed the corpse in his hands aside like trash. Then he leaped behind another draconic Mlortha, and before it could even react, he slammed it to the ground with a single punch.
[Ha... haah... ha...]
Divine panted in pain. Memories kept surfacing in his mind like a film, constantly taking over his brain, and those memories seemed to be "rejecting" his own. The agony that felt as though it would tear his brain in half was driving him insane, and with Divine's current berserk state on top of that, he became even more frenzied.
So frenzied that he now began to stagger toward the humans.
"This time, it's my turn to save you, Master... And I'm sorry. Please forgive me..."
But in the next instant,