Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

Talon ran across the cobblestone path of the empire, pushing past the crowd of black beings. Since he was going at a speed he could hardly control, he frequently collided with these black beings with far more strength than a love tap.

Yet, these black beings couldn't care less.

It was as though they were passersby in a crowded city that had long gotten used to the lack of respect some people had, shoving and pushing their way through.

Talon was panting hard. The wind that blew by caused his hair to whip wildly. He was clearly putting his all into running forth.

As for his destination, it was his residence. Part of his promotion to a giant was getting a palace of his own.

Talon actually found it a little inconvenient simply because of the amount of walking he had to do to get from one room to another.

It was especially annoying when he needed to use the washroom.

Finding Lena