Blood. Organs. Lost limbs. Cries of agony. Screams of help.

All of those felt so distant to me right now.

Like they were above the surface, while I was deep inside of an ocean.

I stretched my harms, reaching for the young man in front of me.

"M-marcus..."

I sobbed while calling out for him.

The young man had spiky hair that reminded one of several swords, it was black with white ends. His eyes were closed but I couldn't help but think of his normally impassive green eyes.

This man was the most important factor of my life.

I felt at home when he was with me.

I felt that cying in front of him was not embarassing but conforting.

His arms were my safest haven.

I loved him. No. I still do.

This man had stood in front of me even tough he was weaker than me. It had been one of the rare moments where the world could see the full extent of his strengh.

However, it was not enough.

"Ayaz!! Wake up! We need to keep moving!"

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Someone called out my name.

This man was Liam, the Hero and the strongest force the human forces possessed.

Their last hope.

"Liam... Marcus... he..." I said amidst sobs.

"I'm sorry, Ayaz. If I had arrived earlier..."

"Don't blame yourself, Liam, ... you were fighting three of the Great Demon Generals... I can't blame you for my own weakest."

This man had defeated their opponent in a instant. A few dodges, a few blocks, a few attacks and his enemy was dead.

If I was that strong...

I let my toughts drift away as I cleaned the face of my loved one with a handkerchief.

The handkerchief had quite the story. It had been given to me during an academy expedition to a dungeon. It was our first time and I was so disgusted because of the monster's blood.

'Keep this. I haven't used yet so you do not have to worry about that and I don't want to sound weird by asking back a handkerchief you used. Hahahaha!'

The handkerchief was quite expensive so I kept it as a matter of politeness but as my feeling started shifting towards him it became a sort of reminder of one of our first encounters.

'You are still keeping that handkerchief? I don't know what to say, Ayza.'

His expression was quite fun he saw me using it a few years later.

I then felt a hand on my soldier. Turning my head I saw a friend of mine.

"Alicia..."

"I can't fight for now. I will only be a burden for you. I will bury him somewhere safe."

"Thank you, Alicia."

"Don't thank me, Ayza. He was important to me aswell."

Alicia was a member of royalty. The princess of the human realm and she was Marcus' fiancee. Altough Marcus was basically dragged to the engagement by her and her family, still, they were quite close.

"I'll leave him to you."

"Yes."

Both of us seemed quite messed up. I already cried enough and she seemed to be about to.

But, after denial came anger, it was about time to destroy the son of a bitch that brought such ruin to her life.

That's how I walked to my death.

But, refusing to die without seing him of made a miracle possible.

"What are you staring at, Aiza?"

"Nothing, I just seemed like I didn't see you for a long time, Daphne."

I was now looking at my dead sister, Daphne Frost, five years before my death.