Why did he have to keep fighting for this world? Legolas wasn't here, and yet other humans lived on. Why? They should die. Humans and demi-humans alike, all of them should die. If they didn't want that, then someone should just kill him already.
Once, he thought he had found Legolas. Because the resemblance was uncanny. The hair, the eyes. But it still wasn't him. Even as the face matured into the same shape, it still wasn't Legolas. He couldn't take it anymore. His mind was reaching its limit. How could a short-lived species like him endure seven hundred years after crossing into another world? The structure of the mind itself wasn't made for that.
The increase of negative mana was outpacing his control. Soon the world itself would overflow with Calamity-class monster. If that happened, everything truly would end.
