Already accustomed.
The rusty scent of blood silently permeates the mist.
A blood-stained gauze glides lightly over the surface of the dark brown wooden sword, the warmth remaining on the blade can still be felt by the fingertips.
Wipe away the final trace of blood.
Xia Nan sheathes the sword.
Stepping forward, Grey White leg armor strides over the headless body of the half-orc.
The pitch-black eyes contain nothing but coldness, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
Not knowing when, he seems to have grown accustomed to this feeling of plundering life.
Clearly a little over a year ago, he was just an ordinary office worker striving in the workplace, having never even killed a chicken, yet now he could disregard the passing of life.
Is it due to the Green-skinned goblins he used to vent his suppressed emotions, or the increasingly strong power gained from his adventure?
Or perhaps... his true nature is just like this, merely hidden by the comfort of his past life?
