I recalled that day, the day the sky had turned blood-red. I remembered the warmth slowly fading from the body in my arms.0

“Why?” I had asked.0

The battle against the Demon God’s army was a hopeless fight, and realizing there was no chance of victory, I had told my comrades to leave me behind and run. It wasn’t a grand, noble sacrifice worthy of admiration. 0

After all, I was an immortal, one who would return to life shortly after dying. If my measly life could buy us a way out of that disaster, then that was the right choice. Of course, if the Demon God’s forces captured me, it wouldn’t end with just losing my life. There would be torture, agony, things worse than death. 0

But that didn’t matter. Pain couldn’t kill me. Suffering didn’t mean it was the end. Even if my body were torn apart, burned to ashes, or shattered into dust, I wouldn’t die. That was why I had no complaints about staying behind to act as bait. In fact, I thought it was the wisest, most logical decision—until Iris, who I thought had fled, came back to save me.0

“Why?...0