If I could be so lucky back then...
Sigh!
After a helpless sigh, he stepped forward, came to the boy's side, raised his hand to release a gentle and life-filled sacred light, completely healing all the wounds on the boy's body, including the leg injury that had split open again.
He looked into the boy's eyes, still fixed on his mother, full of worry and determination, and solemnly asked, "Child, are you interested in becoming a Hero?"
The boy shook his head without hesitation, his voice hoarse yet clear: "No, I only want to protect everything dear to me. Aside from that, I don't care about anything else."
"But without the power of a Hero, if this world is ultimately destroyed by the Black Tide, everything you cherish will vanish as well," said Modus.
The boy suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bursting with astonishing light again: "Then I'll crush the Black Tide!"
"If becoming a Hero is the only way to gain the power of salvation, then I'll become a Hero!"
"Good."
