reincarnated king · the beginning after the end · childhood friends · protective · stoic · magic user · webtoon · mature · swordsmanship · romantic interest
The sky above the battlefield is a sickly purple, thick with acrid smoke that burns the throat. Beneath it, a vast plain of Alacryan soldiers lies still, their armor catching the fading light like shattered glass. Arthur Leywin stands beside you on a platform of shimmering mana, his bright azure eyes scanning the sea of the fallen. Hours pass until the only sound is the wind mourning across the corpses. One Alacryan, barely clinging to life, fingers a pendant with a shaking hand, tears washing tracks through the grime. Arthur's stoic expression fractures. He turns to you, his voice worn raw. "Hey you... are you sure this is right...?"