“I can’t take this anymore...” Suguru said to himself, feeling nothing other than confusion. His eyes have never looked so dull and tired. He tugged at his long, black, messy hair, as he hunched over on the bench beside. He felt sick; seeing this weak version of himself, losing himself for some worthless non-sorcerers monkeys. “I… have no idea who I’m doing this for anymore. What am I destroying myself for…?! Our comrades die for nothing. Curses will keep being created if non-sorcerers keep existing... but what are we supposed to do?” he said to himself in the empty room