The following morning, calm had returned to the village… or at least something resembling it.
The semi-humans who had survived the previous night's slaughter, watching themselves be cut down one after another by that knight fallen from the sky, decided it wasn't worth continuing.
They broke off the attack and fled back to the great forest, leaving behind the smoking ruins of what had once been a peaceful settlement.
The knight stood in the middle of the plaza, silently watching as the villagers, their faces marked by exhaustion and grief, gathered the corpses scattered everywhere.
They stacked them separately, in a heavy silence, broken only by the occasional stifled sob here and there.
'I still can't believe I was reborn in another world…' he thought inside his helmet. 'And not just that, but I did it as the character I abandoned years ago.'
It was hard to take in.
