'After she disappeared, what became of humanity?'
Marcus always thought about this.
Failing to muster the courage to face that being, when the world was burned by the dragon's wrath, was a sin.
If a hero appeared to oppose such a being, one shouldn't just watch but should cultivate enough strength to support them.
'When we placed all our hopes on just her and stood by, what had we, who remained in her absence, fallen into?'
Had there been forces to fight alongside her, or even more so, the power to protect themselves from all subsequent calamities, her sacrifice might have been accompanied by honor and glory.
In the end, by leaving everything to her and doing nothing, hadn't humanity been pushed to the brink of existence by calamities?
'Humanity must cultivate strength.'
Realizing this, Marcus abandoned his homeland, devastated by a plague, and came to the empire to cultivate strength from the bottom up.
'Not relying solely on the idol of heroes, but the whole group must unite to cultivate strength.'
Enduring the oppression of corrupt privilege, he was promoted repeatedly and poured everything into strengthening the military for his mission.
Not just depending on the symbol of heroes, but establishing them as part of the military force to confront all future dangers...
The position of Legion Commander was the fruition of Marcus's lifelong investment in following in her footsteps.
'But what about this man?'
Thus, Marcus could only view the person before him with displeasure.
Despite hundreds in the empire possessing strength and potential comparable to hers.
He remained trapped in past regrets, choosing to create a successor for her to face disasters even she could not handle.
'See reality, Jang Cleo. Chasing only her shadow endangers not just hope but the very survival of humanity.'
His anger grew, feeling that the results achieved were meager, even at this moment.
"Cough!"
Yet the sorrow filled with resentment was never uttered towards the hateful comrade before him.
Blood spewed from his mouth at this moment.
He told the one who thought he would spend the rest of his life in regret that there was no more time left for him.
"Marcus. I am..."
Even at this final stage, he remained composed.
He wanted to convey his will with composure.
"Ironically, I cannot become a person of great cause like you."
Now, it doesn't matter anymore.
It was something he had foreseen in the old times.
The path he was on was not about protecting humanity as a human, but something unattainable as long as one did not give up being human.
"I chose this path, not for the world. As you assess, I am a selfish human... It all started with a desire for revenge. I'm nothing but a reckless fool."
"What do you mean...?"
"Tashian Pheloi. She is still alive."
At the mention of that name, Marcus's face rapidly tensed.
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Action[the i do not own and fanfic that is heavily inspired by the original work][Author(s)글로벌레[dark fantasy] Description [Unique Trait - Those you meet will remember you. No matter what happens, they will remember you forever.] In a world on the brink of...
