Chapter 67: The Sadness Beneath

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Dumal and Amil continued their journey in silence, the barren landscape stretching endlessly before them. As they walked, Dumal suddenly stopped. Amil, puzzled, turned to him.

"Why are we stopping?" Amil asked.

Dumal's gaze was fixed on the ground ahead, his eyes narrowing. "We're here," he said quietly.

Amil followed his gaze and saw two horns barely visible, jutting out from the sand. He took a step back instinctively.

"Get back," Dumal ordered sharply, his tone leaving no room for questions.

Amil obeyed, retreating a few steps, his confusion growing. "Why?" he asked.

Without another word, Dumal manifested his sword, the bright light illuminating the fading day. With one swift motion, he slashed the sand, sending it flying into the air. Beneath the shifting dunes, a figure slowly emerged  Neato. He sat still, lifeless, as if waiting, his face empty of emotion.

Amil stared, wide-eyed. "Is that him?"

Dumal nodded. "Yes."

Amil looked at Neato more closely, his eyes softening as he observed the figure. "Why does he look so... sad?"

Dumal glanced at Amil, surprised by the observation. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice hard.

"I can sense his emotions," Amil replied, a strange intensity in his voice. His gaze stayed fixed on Neato. "He's... sad."

A single tear slipped from Amil's eye, as if he were feeling Neato's despair deep within himself. Dumal's expression remained stoic, unmoved. "He's a murderer," Dumal said coldly. "Don't forget that."

Dumal took a deep breath, steadying himself. "Now it's time to play your part."

Amil turned to him, confusion washing over his face. "What par—"

Before he could finish, Dumal's sword pierced through Amil's gut, the blade slick with blood. Amil gasped, his eyes wide in shock and disbelief as he staggered backward.

"I'm sorry, Amil," Dumal whispered, his voice barely audible.

Amil collapsed to the ground, his hands clutching the wound, blood spreading in the sand beneath him. His breath became shallow, eyes fluttering, filled with pain and betrayal.

END OF CHAPTER 67

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