When these negative emotions accumulate, it makes one feel like the only difference between them and this group of monsters is the monsters' ugliness.
The greatsword slashed down, severing the monster in front of it in two under the heavy pressure of the blade, with blood spraying everywhere.
According to previous restarts, the greatsword would soon turn to slay more monsters.
However, this time, Elsa, who held the greatsword, sighed, moved her wrist, but the greatsword still did not rise again.
She was tired, truly exhausted.
If she didn't genuinely burn with emotion, she felt she couldn't protect the Eagle Group, but to do that here felt too costly.
"Hraaa—"
Gus's roar came from beside her, wielding a broken longsword, but still fighting the monsters fiercely, his anger evident in his voice for all to hear.
Elsa felt a bit envious; if only she could erase her memory of the previous battles every time they restarted, maybe she could keep fighting?
That was just a thought.
