I always wanted power and knowledge, i was too lazy to strive for it though, i had multiple chances to grow strong and so i did, but it never seemed like it was enough. too many of my comrades are dead... Who am i kidding, they were destined to die from the begining... There was no helping it, i guess, it was foolish to challenge a god.

A war broke out, it was unexpected, the four calamities ravaged the land and we barely even recovered from the previous conflict.

I was immature, foolish, i was a child. But so were they, they didn't deserve to die anymore than me. I don't have much time myself, although the conflict is over and the god is dead... Did we actually win? Was the end goal worth the countless lives lost? Will the world recover from the war? These question are on my mind even in my dying moments, its funny, i died almost as patheticly as i lived. My family and friends needed me the most and i was too carefree, living life to the fullest, i just want to sleep, sleep my days away, why can't i? I want to be back... To my younger times where i was living well, where i could sleep the whole day and wake up seeing my family... My sister, my mother, my father... I miss them... And soon will meet them again. But i only need one question answered...

If i knew what would have happened then... Could i have done anything to stop it?