Lost Boy

Northern lost track of how much time had passed, after the death of his favorite monster… well, second favorite. He found himself succumbing to a strong desire to stop trying.

And it wasn't that hard to succumb to.

With the prospect that wars offered, his growth, most importantly–Northern didn't see this as him succumbing to some trap of some sort.

He didn't even think this was the doing of the rift.

After seeing his death angel died, he began to think deeply a single thing.

What would happen one day if the Kingdom of Red Mine are not able to defeat its foes.

They would be ravaged instead, slaughtered, their bloods ghastly carpeting the cursed fields of wherever their doom descended.

The thought of it made chills claw his spine.

'I don't want to die'

And so Northern began to fight harder.