Mary's gaze turned to Androx, her eyes glowing red, fierce and cruel. Hungry. She reached for him, and he tried to twist it open, but could not escape the animal's teeth; Instead, he gasped in pain as their fangs bit down on his bones. She grabbed the placket of his robe, which suddenly fell to the ground like wet papyrus. He is used to being naked in public, but he feels exposed and ashamed even under her gaze. She reached out to grab his face, but he wanted to bite her finger. She grabbed his chin and held his head tightly and looked him in the eye.

"You're going to make a good meal. Your bones are full of flesh. Then she imposed her murderous intent on him. He found himself unable to move, barely able to even think. The tremendous pressure weighed on his soul and made him tremble in fear. It seemed as if his mind itself was running away from her. He had no way to resist but to try to summon his intentions from an empty shop, which he did, but without success. Didn't come.

She laughed at his efforts, and her determination was stronger than ever; He could feel himself stiff and numb. The pain in the wound seemed to be getting stronger, and he began to worry that he would run out of water. He was terrified. Utter humility.

"It's what one should do. Shiver. Cringe. I am Mary," she whispered viciously in his ear. Her fingertips were like knives, cutting long, shallow contours across his chest and abdomen. Then, instead of cutting it clean, she bit down on the skin of his chest and pulled her teeth out and tore it apart. He gasped as he felt the pain of his injuries and the cold air lapping against his bare muscles.

She took a step back, chewing on something in her mouth, a look of triumph and satisfaction in her eyes. He looked down and saw that he was missing a 2 by 2 inch piece of skin. Such a wound would have festered if it had not been bandaged immediately, and it was so close to his heart...

Mary touched the blood dripping from the wound with her fingers and licked it clean. She smiled, her teeth red with his blood, and said, "You're not the first. The girl came first, the one my husband helped me catch. You're going to watch me eat her. ”

The thought frightened him again, and he mustered up the courage to shout, "No! Squirming in front of bears and wolves. He could not escape; They held him too tightly. He could feel their teeth tearing at his muscles. He made a sound much like a whimper, caused by despair and pain.

Mary laughed again. "You still don't listen to me?" Why don't you beg like everyone else? Trembling, pleading, begging. You are human. I'm Mary. ”

Her attention remained on him, stealing his breath, but his mind grew clearer and clearer, and he focused and found contempt. He glared at her and said, "Taken by crows!"

Mary just laughed at him again and ran her fingers over his wound to lick it clean. She smiled, her sharp teeth glistening in the firelight. Behind the goddess, he noticed a black object smaller than a wolf and barely visible in the shadows hovering above Galby. It picked her up, and although it seemed to struggle under the weight, it carried her into the shadows. That's the end for her. There were animals going to eat her.

Mary slapped him again, still on the same side. He felt he could hear the sound of bones cracking, the pain making his eyes watery and his stomach feeling nauseous. He fought the beasts again, but they held him firmly. It's more painful than surgery.

The goddess turned around and walked to where Gabi was. Then, she turned around and faced Androx. She covered the distance in one step, and then slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. The pain almost knocked him unconscious. His face began to swell, and soon he couldn't see in his left eye. His neck felt like it had been torn apart by her thump.

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Okles mustered the last of his courage and defiance and spat in her face. His spit was mostly blood. She slipped effortlessly to the side, unaffected by it. She grabbed his chin, lifted his head, and looked him in the eye. Then she said, "You don't know. I'll find her. ”

Wolves and bears scurried through the ruined village at once, scurrying in and out of the shadows. They searched and howled in every remaining house. The goddess went crazy and screamed in frustration, the sound like thousands of jars shattering at the same time.

There was a dull pain in his head, and the nausea caused by the pain was getting worse. He vomits quickly; The pain was too much for him; The animal's teeth bit at his bones and lifted him up; the bones of his face that were broken; the open, oozing wound on his chest; The tendon in his neck was injured, and it took all his perseverance to barely lift his head.

He was sure that the goddess would soon save Galby from what had been dragged away. Then he would watch the little girl being eaten. If God could hear him, he would pray that she would stay broken, not wake up screaming, and not get bitten with every bite.

At this time, Androcles finally knew that he had failed completely. His resistance vanished, and the feeling of abandonment filled his mind clearly. He was reluctant to go fearfully. He gave up his fear and waited for death.

Once, Nikon said he wanted to die at the hands of the god of jealousy after sleeping with his wife. It was like this, Anchors thought, and he couldn't even laugh with a fake smile in pain. Killed by a jealous goddess who stabbed her husband. He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. And what better way to do that than to die with inner pain and the humor of a black soldier? It was the only fitting end in his life. Killed in the land of the barbarians, his last family and friends, will never be remembered. Raphael's ghouls will soon claim him.

He waited dejectedly. The weight of his head pulled his arms forward, and the animals bit harder to keep him in position, making him grimace in agony.

Then, as if in the midst of incense, he heard a pure, innocent voice singing a gentle melody over the ravages of fire and beasts. It sang in a language he didn't understand, and the tune was completely foreign to him. The voice sounded like "Flowers" and touched his heart deeply. Tears welled up in his eyes and he struggled not to let himself cry because in his ears the song sounded like everything that could have happened. The sound sounded like the laughter of his children playing in the wind as green wheat fields grew. Fresh bread, fresh wine, good oil. His wife and her friends met in their room, and incense and laughter came out of the windows for all to enjoy. Eat a sunset dinner with his staff. His daughter climbed into his bed during a thunderstorm. On a hot afternoon, his kids cocked their butts and wagged their tails in an attempt to get the bugs running. After a stressful day at the market, his wife rested her head on his chest and they embraced. His friends knocked on his door late at night with jugs full of wine.

All of this is something he will never have. It filled his heart with an indescribable longing, a longing that was more painful than being hurt, because it tore at his dignity. The sights he had seen so far at the end of his life were too brutal for him to bear. His tears ran down his cheeks, and he sobbed quietly, trembling all over.

The last image of the song is of himself, Androl, the way he always wanted to be. Brave, noble, and powerful, he proudly stood on the edge of his land, between his beloved homeland and the desolation of war. His family and servants were safe and sound behind him, and before him was destruction and bloodshed, which would never pass. According to law and tradition, the army has always been the wall of the entire glorious country. He, A

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Okles, that's the wall of his house. His shiny bronze armor glistened in the sun, and his enemies cringed at the sight of his name. Nothing can pass by him. Not a single grain of wheat is lost. He is A

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The singing ended, and the voice fell silent. He gasped as the power of that illusion faded away, making him tremble in his memories. A strong emotion filled him, taking its place, one that was both familiar and alien to him. It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear, it wasn't regret, it wasn't pride. He didn't know its name; That's the way it is. That's how it was meant to happen. It felt stronger than his anger had ever felt before. As white as the sun. Pure. Nothing more.

His pain never subsided, but it didn't bother him anymore either. That's how he died. If that's how he felt in his final moments, it would be an acceptable ending. He opened his eyes again and faced the Goddess, looking at her wickedness, without blinking, without fear, witnessing her fall.

On a nearby rooftop, unknown to the fire, he imagined himself seeing a vision of a dead man. He saw that the wolf scar was radiant, and his eyes were closed. "Flower" and "Little Pepper" waited under him, their hands clasped as if in prayer. Aguna stood between them, holding a sparkling gem high in one hand and Gabby in her shoulder with the other. So Gabi is gone. He nodded in acceptance.

Then Aguna met his gaze and shouted, "Bring out your wickedness, you stupid bastard!" I'll protect them!"

He blinked for a moment, not understanding, and then he realized that the matter was not over yet. It wasn't an illusion – Agn somehow saved them. They are all alive.

Mary screamed, clutching at the orbs of light around them, but couldn't get through. There were too many of her animals to count, screaming and roaring around the hut. Hundreds, almost like a living carpet of fur and paws.

The images of the song and the emotions they bring have always haunted his mind. If they are still alive, he must save them. He remembered the illusionary Andreuk, gritted his teeth, frowned, and dug deep into his killing intentions.

This time, he found it. It is whitish like fire and hotter than a flame. It filled him from head to toe and radiated widely, sending shockwaves through the beast. He poured all his hope and determination into it, and it grew stronger and stronger. He was bent on inflicting violence on the wicked, watching them be cut down and trampled under his feet like rotting grain. He could feel it radiating from his body like a giant wave. Andlocks is a killer who is more certain than time; His will to destroy the enemy is absolute. The bear and the wolf holding him let go of him and ran away with a whimper.

He stood up and strengthened his resolve. His pain was not lessened, but it no longer touched his soul and shook his courage; It's completely in the body. Mari turned to face him, his long, animalistic face roaring with long, glittering teeth. Her fingers turned into claws, and her fair skin became as hard as gravel. The pools of blood in her eyes glowed red like focused lanterns, flickering in the smoke. He knew that if he saw her like this in the hotel, he would never dare to resist.

He strode over to his spear, picked it up, and then his shield. The injury on his arm limited his strength, but he was determined not to waver as long as he had one breath left.

"You're annoying me, you know, Mary?" It's true. I think I'm going to kill you. ”

The blood loss made him dizzy, and his nausea got worse. There were dozens of stab wounds on his arms and ankles, and blood was gushing down, but he strode towards her, his steps firm. The animals that approached her separated to let him through, most of them to escape his killing intentions. Over and over again, he thought about stabbing her to death with a spear, and his intent grew stronger. The bears cowered, and the wolves jumped at each other to avoid him.

Mary grew in size, and as she moved, her skin turned to rock and friction turned to sand. She was half his height, and she didn't look so human-like with every step she took. Androcles rushed up and jumped up, shoving all his weight into the tip of his spear; She stepped aside, but her size and heavy skin slowed her down. He stabbed her in the stomach, hissing and sand gushing out of an open hole. She screamed, her voice low and ferocious, almost like the voice of Tatarlo.

Thorns sprang up from the uneven ground, twisting and winding around him, but he jumped away and rushed at her again, stabbing her legs. This time he took aim, and the spear pierced her thigh, leaving a cracked wound from which sand poured out like a broken jar. She rushed down and grabbed him, grabbed one of his legs, and instead of reacting to the wound. As she lifted him above her head and tried to bite him in half, blood caused the spear to slip out of his hand.

His sword slipped from his belt, and he caught it in the air and stabbed gracefully into her face, as if it had been planned in advance. She moved her head, and the blade moved away from her cheek, causing no damage. When she straightened her head to take another bite, he was ready, shoving the sword deep into her eyes.

She screamed loudly in pain, sounding like a dozen angry bulls, and threw him down. He tried to grab her so as not to fall, but his hand just slipped to the rocky surface of her skin. He fell awkwardly to the ground, hearing a loud thud as he hit the dirt. The goddess stamped her feet and tried to trample him to death, but he rolled and rolled to avoid her. Each time, he felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, which he knew was dislocated, or worse. He stood up breathlessly, dangling weakly from his left arm, and picked up his spear again.

The goddess glared at him with her good eyes, trying to conquer him with her intentions. Thorny vines popped up from the ground again, but he easily dodged them. She hesitated.

"You're getting weaker, you ugly gorgon!" He shouted, his voice sounding a little pale.

She hissed at him, pulling his sword away from her eyes and tossing it aside. Water gushed out of the wound and flowed down her like a stream.

"I'm Mary. You are human. You are a river that crosses the line. Thou art the wind that bloweth down the door, and the fire that burneth out of the pit. You are chaos. I am divine. If I fall, the other gods will destroy you completely. Your soul will burn in the first flame and you will be destroyed. Your name and memory will be gone forever. You never will. I'm Mary. ”

She fell to the ground on all fours, in the shape of a wolf, half the height of his shoulder, and blood dripping from the wound instead of sand or water. Her claws and teeth grew longer and sharper, turning metal, and her roar now sounded really like a wolf, albeit in a much deeper voice. The vines shrank into the ground, the miasma in the air waned, and Mary herself grew bigger and stronger.

Andlocleus's murderous intent gives him a certain strange awareness of what is happening: Mary is withdrawing her influence on the land, becoming completely real and fully integrated into the world. She risked her life to kill him.

He crouched down, out of breath and out of breath. He lost a lot of blood; He could feel his face shrink and his thoughts vanish. He looked up at his little family, illuminated by the glow of the wolf scar. Aguna's face was covered with sweat, and she was preoccupied with her eyes closed. The two children grabbed each other's robes and looked at him, crumpling their faces in concern. He realized that he must be looking terrible. He left bloody footprints everywhere. He smirked at them, then straightened up. He doubled down on his murderous intent and did what he could.

Then Mali pounced on him and jumped up from the air to crucify him. He knelt down and pressed his spear against the ground, and she fell face down on the tip of the gun, which went through her mouth and into her brain. The wound hissed and smoked, and she threw herself back, shaking her head, clawing at her face, trying to take out the spear.

He almost fell, convinced that it was finally over; She would have convulsions, and then die. Then, she lunged at him again, pounced with a claw longer than his forearm. He lunged on her, safely hiding under her belly, and then ran away as fast as he could, looking for his sword. He found it, picked it up, and turned to face her. He slashed at her claws, and as she tried to grab him again, his claws stabbed into the soft flesh of the footpads. She roared again, still shaking her head to take the spear out, but it didn't move.

She lunged at him with her other paw. He took a few steps back, dodged, and then rushed in, stabbing her in the neck upwards. The blade stabbed deeply, and blood gushed out. He stabbed upwards again, but she jumped away.

Mary shuddered, clawed the ground, and spun in a circle. Then she glared at Andrews again, focusing her anger on him.

"I can't change. The spear held me. You shouldn't have it. Her pronunciation made it difficult to understand what she was saying. The spear caught her wolf's tongue, and she began to speak with her mouth, not the same as before.

"Come here, I'll pull it out," he said.

She roared viciously at him, blood gushing from her neck. Androx was dizzy and lost his sight; His wound had completely stopped bleeding, indicating that he was empty. He will die, but she will also die, and the children will live.

With the last of his strength, he lunged at her again, dodging her claws. He slashed around her belly, slashing as much as he could before he passed out. She screamed and froze, and he took the opportunity to pull out her internal organs, stab her from an angle, and then pull her away with his full body weight.

Blood and internal organs poured out of the wound, and he slipped and fell, losing control of his sword. Mary staggered a few steps to the side, then her own guts slipped and she gasped heavily. Blood no longer gushed out of her stomach, replaced by a strange puff of smoke that whizzed around her, forming the shape of dozens of faces. It seemed as if the souls of hundreds of people were fleeing from her, taking on the form of a human being, disappearing with a scream. He watched in amazement, but somehow, he remained awake.

After a while, everything was quiet. He lay on his back in a pool of the goddess's blood, his breathing short, short. He looked up at the sky, and the fire famed, and there were no more fresh thorns burning. It was his fate, but he saved them. He erected his shield between them and death, and he was comforted by the thought of what that meant. Toolbox, girl, fairy, and Agun. They will tell his story, he will be remembered, and his name will be redeemed, if not for his family. That's all there is to it.