Chapter 391: [389] Death
The ability to devour souls and absorb the memories of the deceased—was such a thing truly within the realm of humanity?
To the soldiers gathered in the square, August's words were an unbearable shock. Ordinary men, burdened with guilt and fear, recoiled at the mention of such an unnatural power.
Humans, especially those steeped in sin, instinctively feared the darkness and the unknown. Even if the world turned a blind eye to their deeds, they could never deceive themselves. In the stillness of the night, guilt and fear became an unrelenting torment, gnawing at their souls.
And now, August stood before them as someone who could claim their very essence, turning their darkest fears into reality. This was no longer a battle—it was a nightmare.
"We had no prior quarrel," August said, his voice steady and chilling. "But since you chose to strike at me, I will not stand idly by."
Step by step, August advanced. Each step seemed to echo in the square, forcing the soldiers to retreat instinctively. They had already seen General Budo fall, and none among them were eager to meet the same fate.
The minister, Honest, was no exception. His allies were gone—his loyal Rakshasa Demons were dead, and Esdeath and her subordinates clearly had no intention of helping him.
"Everyone, attack! Kill him!" Honest bellowed in desperation.
But his command fell on deaf ears. Not a single soldier stepped forward.
The logic was clear: one general was already dead, and the other stood silently by August's side. Charging forward was nothing short of suicide.
"You cowards! Traitors! All of you deserve death!" Honest shrieked, his voice breaking with hysteria.