The One Who Conquer the Time

Nao's POV:

Vorx was gravely injured, her body reaching its limit. I approached her cautiously. Her form was still fused with the forehead of the dungeon boss, but she was utterly drained, powerless, and her body had begun to crack.

Standing directly in front of her now, I gazed at her with a hint of pity.

Then, she spoke. "Big brother Zorx... I'm sorry...I was nothing but a burden to you..." Vorx whispered those words with the last remnants of her consciousness.

The light in her eyes slowly faded, leaving them open yet devoid of life.

"Even demons have families of their own. Vorx, if we had met under different circumstances, in a different world... perhaps we could have been friends." I muttered those words, a painful tightness gripping my chest.

I couldn't help but feel I had done something wrong, but this was my duty—to defeat demons. I had to do this, for my family's sake.