The image refused to leave me alone.
No matter how many monsters I killed.
No matter how many times I replayed the battle.
No matter how hard I tried to focus on something else.
I still saw it.
That pointed ear.
For anyone else, it would've been meaningless.
For me, it wasn't.
The figure had shown it deliberately.
Not accidentally.
Not because his hood slipped.
He had lifted it.
Just enough.
Just long enough.
As though he wanted me to see it.
As though he wanted me thinking about it.
And judging by the fact that I was still thinking about it half an hour later, the bastard had succeeded.
The battlefield slowly recovered around me.
