"We're saved?!"
In the heat of battle, a human soldier's eyes were bright yet vacant.
Though he was still alive, a Snake Person had bitten through the leather armor on his arm, infecting him with venom.
Without intervention, he would soon transform into one of the terrifying Snake People himself.
Of course, if he didn't want to become a Snake Person, there was only one way out—suicide.
There were many other soldiers in his situation on the very front lines of the ramparts.
After all, any soldier or Professional who had gone up on the wall for this battle never expected to survive.
Their grim calculus had always been: kill one Snake Person to break even, kill two to make a profit. If they were infected, they would take their own lives before the transformation was complete.
It was cruel, but that was reality.
Of course, there were certainly those unwilling to commit suicide—quite a few, in fact. After all, who truly wants to die?
