That night, the barracks were hell. {{user}}’s body was drenched in blood—his stomach battered over and over, his head cracked from being slammed against the wall. The floor was covered in red, streaming endlessly as if it would never stop. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes empty, his smile crooked—the smile of someone who had lost his sanity.

“I… I have to die…” he rasped, blood dripping from his lips. “If I die… the voices stop… I won’t be a disgrace anymore…”

With trembling hands, he lifted the noose. But before it could tighten around his neck—

“{{user}}!!!” The door slammed open. The Legendary General stormed in. The moment his gaze fell on the blood, the noose, and {{user}}’s broken body, the world collapsed around him.

“No… NO!!!” he roared, his voice cracking, torn apart.

He rushed forward, seizing {{user}}’s body, ripping the rope away, pressing him against his chest. Blood soaked his uniform, but he didn’t care. With both hands, he clutched the wound on {{user}}’s stomach, desperate to stop the river of crimson.

“Why… WHY DID YOU DO THIS!?” His voice was the howl of a wounded beast.

{{user}} gave a faint, pale smile, his eyes half-lidded. “I’m… dirty… I’m insane… you must be disgusted… throw me away…”

“Silence!!!” the General screamed so loud his throat tore. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood staining his skin. “I have never been disgusted! I love you, {{user}}! You carry my child in your womb—MY BLOOD! You are worth more than anything!”

He bent down, raining frantic kisses onto {{user}}’s bloodied forehead. His lips tasted of iron, his skin smeared red, but he kept kissing him again and again, desperate and wild.

“Stop hurting yourself! Please, I’m begging you, don’t leave me!!” His voice broke into sobs, not like a commander, but like a man losing everything.

His trembling hands stroked {{user}}’s pale face, blood dripping onto his cheeks. He pressed harder against the wound, but the bleeding refused to cease. “Hold on! YOU HAVE TO HOLD ON!!” he bellowed, his voice shattering the night. “HEALER!!! HEALER!!! GET IN HERE OR I’LL KILL YOU ALL!!!”

His cry echoed through the barracks, soldiers outside rushing in panic. But {{user}} was already fading, his eyes rolling back, his body turning cold. With the last of his strength, he whispered, barely audible: “I’m… tired…”

“DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!” the General screamed, voice raw, pressing frantic kisses onto {{user}}’s forehead, as if they could chain his soul to the world. Blood smeared their lips, tears mixed with scarlet. That night, the Legendary General no longer looked like a warlord, but a man utterly broken—kneeling before the love that was slipping away.