Elleste had watched the whole battle by her own eyes. The blood that poured out from everyone, dark creatures, humans, shifters, or undeads.
Silently, she pondered. It is worth it?
All of you are dying for the sake of others. Just look at how those people watched you like they were at a clown; a huge joke.
Yet, at the same time, Elleste couldn't help but wondered what if that day she was really at the mercy of those people who were fighting at the battlefield right now. Wouldn't she just be treated for the same? A living stock to increase one's power for the survival of others.
Pitiful indeed.
Millions people were inhabiting this land. Just how many sacrifices needed for that bridge to appear?
The dark forest had turned much darker and gloomier. The strange thing that was the blood,
