He showed his resolve—to endure it all.
All of this unfolded before Nameless, who watched in silence, fully grasping the depth of Frey's determination.
For a while, he said nothing .. observing, analyzing how Frey endured.
Then, after neither too long nor too short a time, the masked man finally spoke.
"Are you certain?" Nameless asked, pulling Frey back into the blood-soaked world once more, pointing downward.
"Are you truly capable of enduring this?"
"Look at them carefully.
Look… and say those words to their faces."
At that, Frey clenched his fist.
He didn't dare argue .. fully aware of the weight of what he was about to do.
Slowly, he lowered his head… and looked at them one last time.
Many of those corpses belonged to Ultras soldiers or demons .. monsters who had committed countless atrocities, beings who deserved death.
But many others…
They were nothing more than ordinary soldiers .. killed by Frey in mere seconds during war.
