Kapitel 159: [BC]Sacred Event Day 2 (part 3)

Attracted by the sound of shield breaking, screams of pain, more and more orcs gathered around Aito on a rampage. Lessening his team's burden, but also Sam's.

Hacking, slashing, hammering, bashing. He did it all. Bones shattered, head dropped. His heart pumped blood at a rapid pace.

Engrossed within the moment, little did Aito know three hundred corpses already laid on the ground around him.

Since he was mostly using his hammer, his mana reserve was still half full. Pursued by more than a hundred orcs, his teammates had retreated behind the illusionary fortifications where they stood their ground.

However, he wasn't aware of it.

The feeling of power stemming from killing was exhilarating, clouding his mind over what was happening.

He killed, killed, and killed. Until five hundred armored corpses around him remained. His blurred vision finally cleared.

AUTORENGEDANKEN
YoanRoturier

"Affection breeds weakness, some say. Like everything, there is an upside and downside to it. The Woodcutter started growing attached to his companions, most particularly the siblings. A predictable outcome since they've bonded thanks to going through life and death situations together. Surviving death with other people can create a bond that, with time, can become stronger than steel. However appealing it sounds, it has a drawback. Your bond becomes a weakness others can exploit. On the other hand, the bond itself can be used to get you back on your feet in your most vulnerable moment. But... the pain from losing this bond can be sometimes worse than death. And so the fear of being deprived of it can lead to reckless actions."

Extract from, "Yggdrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.