Boom-
At last.
The first casualty appeared.
A Jailer struck to kill amid the fighting. A violent surge of Chaos slammed into an Origin's back, straight toward his heart, drawing an agonized scream.
War was a collision between life and death.
Even the finest commander could never truly control every shift and unforeseen event in a war.
"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"
"Stop fighting!"
Some Origins and Jailers who still retained their reason were already roaring, trying to stop this senseless attrition.
But their figures were swallowed by the chaotic battlefield almost instantly.
Gale-force winds swept across the Silver-Haired Girl's eyes.
The carnage around her seemed to blur. The sounds of charges, screams, and furious roars kept crashing against her ears, making her sword hand increasingly unsteady.
Everything around her seemed to tell her that this was a meaningless war.
She kept looking toward the boy with his head bowed.
Amid the brutal fighting, her eyes grew redder and redder.
Did any of this really mean anything?
I was wrong.
Was I wrong?
Lynn.
Tell me.
Tell me whether everything I've done can bring hope, or whether it will only drag everything into an uncontrollable abyss.
She whipped her head around. Tears from her eyes swept across her blade and shattered on the battlefield where swords clashed.
But at that moment.
She saw the curve of a mouth slowly rising.
As another Jailer drove his weapon into an Origin's chest, she caught a fleeting smile on the face shrouded in black mist.
Her whole body tensed. With her silver hair flying, she turned to look toward Lynn again.
In front of him, behind him, to his upper left, to his upper right.
One shadow after another seemed to be quietly surrounding him amid the chaotic battle.
The glances they cast across