Waterway

If all evil were to disappear, what would become of those who fought against it?

A body that had endured trials knew no aging, and blessed armaments shone forever.

If they were no longer needed.

What would we fight against, and what for—

**

The man lay collapsed on the ground, completely motionless.

Enya stared at Sigona in bewilderment.

“Sigona?”

Her tone suggested she’d discovered an unexpected side of her.

Sigona backed away a step, flustered...