Wasn't it weird? Hilarious even?
Zaroth didn't have a problem killing so many people, but now he was devastated just from killing one man.
One second passed, then two, then three.
The emperor stood up as he announced that Zaroth had won.
Zaroth heard the man, yet he didn't feel the joy he usually did. He didn't feel proud of himself.
Was it because he was devastated about what he had done, or was it because the grand arena was silent as nobody dared make a sound?
A second later, Zaroth felt his wounds beginning to heal.
He didn't look away from the corpse with the blown-out head.
He was the cause. He was the reason.
Zaroth was thinking, he wasn't sure about what. He just knew that he was thinking.
For a brief moment, he considered asking Luna for her opinion.
Then he shook the idea away.
He was sure that she was going to support him, saying that this was the only way.
That he shouldn't feel bad.
