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Chapter 320
Chapter 320
Second Praise: The Morning of Today Has Dawned
Enkrid repeated the same day once again.
The chain of ominous feelings, which surpassed the sense of evasion, still tightened around his body.
His limbs stiffened, unable to move.
In the meantime, it was no different from watching someone die today.
By the time evening approached, Enkrid spoke his mind.
At least, he had made the necessary preparations.
"Ragna, hold the sword and rest."
He had said it in advance, but the sword was not the problem.
He was exhausted.
He was injured.
He was not in his best condition.
Knowing that didn’t stop him.
And that’s why it was a disaster.
The knight killed all of his comrades once again.
The third day passed, and then the fourth day passed.
It repeated.
Ominous feelings, tightening chains, the deaths of his comrades, his own death, pain, and sometimes meeting the ferryman of the river.
“Despair.”
The ferryman came again, planting the word "despair" in his mind.
Enkrid did not respond.
“Despair.”
Twelve days passed.
The same day repeated, again and again.
Tied to the chain of ominous feelings and stopped, Enkrid filled his eyes with the death of his comrades.
He had never turned away.
He couldn’t.
Kraiss, whose fighting skill was poor, insisted on blocking his way.
The one who talked of fleeing every day—why was he turning his back in this moment?
This was a curse.
And because of that, it never dulled.
Both physical and inner pain were the same.
He had to endure the same pain always.
He had to witness everything always.
Enkrid had never intended to turn away, but pain was pain.
"This is despair."
The ferryman, with a light tone, passed by.
It was the twenty-second day.
He squirmed.
The moment Shinar’s chest split open, Enkrid’s fingers twitched.
It was a repetition of today, slightly different from the previous twenty-one.
"Fiancée."
She did not die.
In the first day, he thought she had died, but she was not an ordinary swordswoman.
With age, she twisted the sword’s trajectory and minimized the wounds.
In that, two swords techniques—one striking and one parrying—were mixed.
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