"General, I don't believe that you would get bitten by a zombie cockroach,"
Bella said as she tried her utmost to release the last remaining Fire Element Ability.
"I only know that my decision wasn't wrong,"
Bard replied at Bella's side.
Rather than being not wrong, it's more accurate to say he didn't regret it. He had always been mistaken about something — before being a Survivor, before being a general, he was first and foremost a human being.
But hearing this, Bella burst into loud crying, her wails intermixed with the screeching of zombie cockroaches and the roaring of zombies, sounded especially discordant.
By this time, the sky had turned completely dark, except for the firelight and electric lights coming from the direction of the city gates. The slope they faced was shrouded in darkness deep as an abyss.
Suddenly! Flickering lights appeared in the midst of that darkness, growing brighter and brighter as they drew nearer, momentarily catching Bard off guard.