บท 377: 377

Fighting, everything came down to that in the end. Blood, guts and sweat all mixed up together in a tragic play of hatred. All of them had been forced or chosen to take a life at some point. The great golden leaders and the cold hearted generals, the young rebels and the bloodthirsty demons. Every single person he had met in one way or the other had taken a life, had made someone cry because they lost their loved ones. Did that made them evil? Did trying to save themselves and their people made them selfish and heartless? Ea had always been wondering about that, even though he was the only one in between the great figures that lived in the elf palace that hadn't killed anyone. Ever. He was always away, away from battle during the war, away from confrontations as if he was being shielded by those older than him. Right now, he was alone, he stood before his enemy his heart racing while sweat dripped from every pore and panting.