[Fern]

ZONE C AFTERMATH

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Even if no one requested it, even if most people likely wouldn't be aware of their efforts... brave warriors went to face off against death itself.
 
For some reason or another, they faced a powerful foe that could have ended their lives with ease should they make any mistakes.
 
Miraculously, they managed to survive and tell the tale.
 
GROUP A (LEGEND CLEAR)
Suit of Scarred Steel
Aspirant Spirit
Blazing Rabbit
Pink-haired Snake
 
GROUP B (LEGEND CLEAR)
Rose Reverie
Enlightened Student
Indomitable Shaman
Little Bomber
 
DEATHS
N/A
  

Congratulations!
    
 
ANOTHER PERSPECTIVE
 
How many days has it been? How long has it been?
 
The Executioners continue going on about their assigned duty- to await the orders of their master as they wander back and forth, patrolling almost mindlessly until the day to break into the sacred stage comes. Walk, walk, walk... walk and wait. Disobedience is bound to be met with punishment after all.
  
"Why did it have to end up like this? I just wanted to live and screw around with my cousins. And now... we are all here. We have completely lost ourselves with no way to get out, doomed to be slaves to the delusions of a lunatic."
 
As the days passed by, it couldn't have felt more dull - there was nothing going on that would feel any better. Or worse, for that matter. They were no longer people, and they were made to be perfectly aware of that. Only one mission was to be held in mind.
 
"I wonder how things would have been if none of this ever happened. If we weren't ever taken away from our homes and turned into this."
 
Tick, tock, tick, tock...
 
...
 
After what felt like an eternity, the patrolling Executioner would finally spot a group in the distance.
 
"Travelers...?"
  
"No... I don't want to-"
 
Despite what a part of his mind may prefer, the rest of his entire being chooses to make a dash towards the newfound opposition at full speed. He instinctively prepares his scythe and vile magic as his eyes watch their prey like a hawk.
 
"No... stop! I don't want to kill anyone else!"
 
The others in the area quickly pay attention to the noise, taking that as the cue to give chase and aid their comrade in order to assassinate the visitors.
 
...
 

 
"I don't want to hurt you. Please... please, move out of the way...!"
 
She launched her blazing spear towards the grass, rapidly igniting the surrounding area with an abyssal flame. To no one's surprise, the attack managed to reach her agile targets, shattering any semblance of hope she had for the idea that it wouldn't harm anyone.
 
"N-No... you have to move faster, be faster! I'm not that accurate, I-"
 
It almost felt like time was flying by. Before she knew it, she was reaching the brink of death herself, but not without automatically striking at the armored individual before her with more of her corrupted flames. Guilt swiftly plagues her mind and soul as she realizes just how much damage she has done to the man. Her mind, lost beyond belief, couldn't properly keep track of time or what was going on - she was in an eccentric, berserk-like state.
 
"I'm... I didn't... mean to... I..."
 
...
 

 
"You seem to have so many comrades. It must... feel nice."
 
His purple eyes quickly change targets, taking note of all the Youkai present in the battle. His body makes its best attempts to catch up with the pressure attacking his own group, but it only seems to be going downhill.
 
"Despite all my time here, I've not felt company like that. I feel jealous."
 
"I can barely struggle against the monster that has been placed inside me. The other me... he has more power than I have."
 
He would then eventually glance at a strange figure... a robot, charging a beam of magical energy and readying itself to end his life.
 
"Do machines have feelings? I've always thought they didn't. Maybe I have become similar to one, then."
 
"But... I still feel something."
 
"Regret? Is this... regret? It hurts... it hurts so much."
 
...
 
The Executioner that had begun the attack at the very start of this chaos was on the brink of death, having witnessed nearly all of his comrades die out to the best efforts of the adventurers. His body had reached a horrible level of void poisoning, watching his limbs beginning to disappear before his very eyes. He weakly reached out a hand towards a wounded adventurer's direction, remaining on the ground and unable to stand up.
 
"No... I'm... sorry... for... causing this..."
 
"I'm... so... sorry..."
 
"I'm...n...o..."
 
He managed to finally speak out his mind, some way or another, albeit in a very faint and only barely comprehensible manner.
 
"n......o........ s.....o.....r...r...y........"
 
"-I've no time for you, trash!"
 
His body was engulfed by a damaging blast of Sylphid magic, shortly followed by another attack of radiant light coming from another warrior in the area.
 
"Maybe... maybe that's what I deserve. I'm just a tool destined to die, as he's always told us."
 
"Maybe this is my destiny."
 
"Mom... I'm sorry..."
 
Whatever life was left in his eyes began disappearing, alongside the rest of his body.
 
"I won't be able to come home tonight."