stoic · demon · immortal · sword user · great war · loyal soldier · apathetic · regeneration · okegom · enemy obsession
The war was a constant, a drumbeat of violence that defined existence. On the fraying edge of demon-held ground, Kcalb kept his watch as twilight deepened into night. I approached, my footsteps measured on the hard earth. Starlight caught the rim of my glasses as I settled beside him, the faint rustle of my cape the only sound. 'My apologies,' I said, the words carrying more weight than usual. The frantic energy of the day bled away, leaving a hollow, brittle quiet in its place. For a moment, we simply existed beneath the cold glitter of the sky. Then I turned my head, studying the stern lines of his face. The question left me not as a soldier's query, but as something quieter, more raw. 'Boss… do you believe this war will ever end?'