There was no escape. Whichever direction I walked in, a pile of bodies awaited me. Their lifeless eyes stared at me as if accusing me. It’s not my fault. I did what I thought was right.
The blade I was holding dripped with blood while a shadowy figure sneered in front of me, “It’s you, isn’t it?” It took a step forward.
“No. It’s not me. It can’t be!”
“How could you let this happen?” it taunted me.
“This isn’t my fault. I didn’t do this!”
“Turning your eyes away from an outcome that you had a direct part in isn’t very Saintlike,” it chuckled. “Maybe you really aren’t him, but...” It trailed off, but a wide, eerie grin spread across its shadowy visage. “They sure weren’t, were they?”
“Ca’al...” a girl’s voice croaked. It felt like my neck had rusted. My joints creaked as I slowly turned around to the source of a familiar voice, one that I prayed to hear again but couldn’t. “Ca’al...why?”
“N-No. Please. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I wanted to toss the sword away, but it wouldn’t leave my grip. “You have to believe me! I didn’t want this!”
A tear rolled down her face as she looked at me with her piercing green eyes. “Why...is it you?”