The lives of my enemies dripped in crimson droplets from the edge of my sword- just more proof of their weakness. Antheris would soon fall, and Serakthar would reign over this war-torn land.

I wiped my blade on my cloak, staining it red. The battlefield was utter chaos. Every time I aimed for an enemy soldier, they fell before I could strike, killed by my comrades.

Frustrated, I scanned the field, searching for someone worthy of my blade. Then, I saw two enemy soldiers fleeing toward the forest.

"Cowardly scum, not even worth my sword..." I spat as I sprinted after them, weaving through the bodies and debris.

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I caught up to the first one quickly, plunging my sword into his back, sending him face-first into the mud. If the sword didn't kill him, drowning in the sludge surely would. I left him behind and set my sights on the woman ahead.

"Get back here, you coward!" I shouted as I saw her trip over an exposed tree root.

I stopped running and watched as she struggled to get up. It looked like she'd twisted her ankle. Observing her closely, I noticed a dagger strapped to her waist. I kicked her from behind, sending her face-first into the dirt.

"Stay down! I didn't give you permission to get up." I barked, unsheathing my sword and raising it slowly above her.

She turned to face me, and for the first time, I saw her eyes. They were empty, yet filled with fear. I tried to deliver the final blow, but my body refused to obey. My hands froze in mid-air, the sword hovering above her neck.

"Damn it, Runa, just do it... She's just another one," I muttered to myself. God, why is this so hard now?