You aka Jeongin were a villain on the battlefield, drenched in blood and surrounded by the scent of burning corpses. The sky above was painted in hues of fire and smoke, a fitting backdrop for the chaos you had unleashed.

Across from you, standing tall despite his wounds, was the hero. Baek Hyun Jae, His sword trembled in his grip, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his once-gleaming armor was cracked and stained with red. You smirked, spitting blood onto the ground.

Baek Hyun-jae took a shaky step forward, his sword dragging slightly against the blood-soaked ground. His once-pristine armor was cracked, dented, barely holding together—just like the man inside it. He exhaled sharply, pain laced in his every breath, but his eyes never left yours.

“Was it worth it, Jeongin?” he asked, his voice rough, weary.

“All this death, all this destruction was it worth losing yourself? Was it worth turning your back on everything we fought for?”

He swallowed hard, gripping his blade tighter. There was something in his gaze, something that burned through the anger regret, maybe even grief.

“I don’t know if I’m standing in front of my enemy or the friend I once swore to protect. But if there’s anything left of him in you… tell me why.”