Chapter 17: War Part 8 - Bigger the better
'Damn, I'm so tired.'
Lucy's thought lingered as he watched the elven archer's head hit the obsidian ground with a sickening thud. Blood pooled beneath the severed neck, spreading like dark wine across the black stone.
The elf's long blonde hair fanned out, partially covering glassy eyes that stared at nothing.
The metallic scent of fresh blood filled Lucy's nostrils, turning his stomach. He'd lost count of how many he'd killed today. Each death left another invisible weight on his shoulders.
'I guess this is who I am now. The only way to protect anyone is through violence.'
His hands trembled slightly as he lowered his bloodied weapon.
'Is that a utopia, Seraphine?'
The question burned in his mind, unanswered and mocking. Seraphine's grand vision seemed further away with each life he took.
Lucy had been thrust into a nightmare that gave him no time to breathe. Forced to witness billions die. Forced to take his first life. Forced to become a killer to protect those he barely knew.
The weight of it all threatened to crush him, but survival demanded he keep moving.
He couldn't afford to process the tsunami of emotions crashing against his consciousness. There would be time for that later—if he survived.