Gray-white lips of the dwarf... trembled even more violently after Shinno's words fell.
Once again, he cast a pleading look at his companions sitting on both sides of the cave.
But a scene extremely similar to the previous one happened again.
Facing the dwarf's pleading gaze once more, these people either turned a blind eye or remained indifferent.
The dwarf seemed to feel despair.
With the momentum as if he wanted to crush his teeth, he tried to straighten his upper body, exerted his arms, and pulled the short sword from the left side of his abdomen to the right side bit by bit.
At first, the dwarf managed to maintain composure, not letting out any screams.
But when the blade reached the position of his navel, he could no longer bear it, and let out a howl between human and ghost, with his upper body leaning forward again.
The rock ground beneath him was already stained with an eerie dark red from the blood flowing from his belly.
