Blade

All he could feel was a red stain across his vision and the taste of iron in his mouth. His limbs were unresponsive. —He must be dead. The black-haired young man's entire body trembled violently, but he still held tight to the spear in his hands. It lacked dragon horns, and his reaction was a little less mature than he remembered... But he would never forget this spear, these eyes, and the cruelty that seeped from beneath that mirror-like emerald calm. His wounds began to heal. His pupils fluttered, and he fixed his gaze on the boy once more. Without hesitation, the boy made another thrust with his spear... "This is it." You were the one who showed no mercy to your enemies. You were the one who buried your loved one alone. You were the one who nearly brought the place he called home to ruin. He fell back to the ground. The young man pressed his hand to his wounds and backed away until he was out of the man's sight. "We will meet again, ███, before I witness your death firsthand."