Yeah, slowly dying isn't exactly fine, but I'll move past it. The look in his eyes, there's hardly any glimmer to them, like he doesn't have anything left to live for.
"From what I know, the Monsters conquered this world about two centuries ago," I recalled thoughtfully.
"Has it really been that long? There was a group of us that continued fighting even after the Monsters emerged victorious, but it was a futile effort. My comrades were killed, one by one, until I was the last one left.
The only reason I've survived this long is because one of my comrades, who possessed a powerful enchanting ability, enchanted this entire forest before he died...he fueled the Enchantment with his own life force, and as a result, it has yet to fade away, even after all this time.
