"We're about to die, Mite." Miruth said it with complete calm.
Hearing this, Mite went silent. The whole room fell into stillness. Everyone stopped talking about the hero.
Jhed, who'd been about to run, froze.
"Are they really going to die?"
Shine stood rooted where he was.
"Are we going to die? Your Majesty, what are you talking about?" Mite asked.
Everyone stood there in silence.
Miruth said nothing more.
Shine was thinking something over. Jhed just watched it all, the way someone watches a show — where anything could happen at any moment.
"I'm getting really angry. I told this Shine to run with me, and he didn't listen. Next time, I won't choose him. He doesn't listen to his own master." Right then, the Sin inside Jhed stirred awake again, filling him with anger at Shine.
His anger felt justified to him — a slave, refusing to obey his own master.
"Why won't you say something. I'm getting really angry now." Mite, furious, unleashed his spear magic — a great circle from which countless spears erupted.
Shine ran toward Jhed. But the spears bursting from the magic circle riddled Jhed's body with holes before he could reach him. The spears tore through every guard standing nearby. All of them died exactly where they stood — they didn't even get the chance to try and save themselves. Only Shine, Luccos, and Nain escaped the attack.
Dozens of spears held Jhed suspended in the air. His body was pierced from his feet to his head.
Miruth watched all of it unfold. Luccos had gone into shock. Nain stood there quietly — none of it affected her. To her, only her father mattered. She looked over at Jhed.
"I feel bad for him," she thought.
Someone once said it right — the weak die first. These guards had been weak, and that's why they died first.
Shine stood beside Jhed. He was staring down at the ground.
"I couldn't save you. Even now, I'm still weak." His eyes welled up. His tears fell and mixed into Jhed's blood, already pooling on the ground.
"See, Your Majesty — we can't die." Mite started laughing loudly. Taking innocent lives meant nothing to him.
Miruth watched Jhed's condition. He'd already lost a tremendous amount of blood.
"I can't believe it. He really does have that power," Miruth said to himself.
"You're going to die." Shine wiped away his tears and slowly turned around. His eyes, burning with rage, locked onto Mite.
"You just killed my first friend, and my last one." Shine drew his sword from its sheath.
"So many people are dying right in front of me, and I can't do anything." Luccos muttered to himself. All he could do was watch. He didn't understand why Miruth had even kept him alive all this time.
"Dad, none of this is your fault. They weren't even your people anyway." Nain answered according to her own way of thinking.
"So you're going to kill me?" Mite said, spear still in hand.
"Yes. I will." Shine moved toward Mite with deadly intent.