I cannot turn back from what has already happened. I am still alive to continue down the path of atonement that will never end. My power has been decreased significantly, and my blade wavers… Have I really lost everything? No… I still have a weapon at my disposal. My Nasod hand… A cursed power I will gladly accept to atone for what I have done. I managed to modify the hand to use flame which proved to be quite effective. Ever since they saved my life, it doe not belong solely to me and I can’t afford to be cautious with it.
Upon seeing the battle Nasods, I considered them an insult to the dead as they were created using data based on Black Crow and me. I ended up overusing my Nasod hand which caused it to break down due to overheating. To correct its flaw, the Pongos have made me a flame nucleus which can greatly increase the heat resistance, durability, and the destructive power of the Nasod hand at the cost of the user’s health. Just then, Feita sent a request for reinforcement. For a quick response, I formed a unit with the people I can find. I expected there to be a few who would refuse to fight under my command, seeing my Nasod hand, but all of them trusted me and followed my lead.
The Nasod hand burned hotter with the flame nucleus attached… If I can become strong enough to never lose anyone ever again, I will always make the same choice. I will protect everything… That’s what I promised her. Powerful foes stand in our way, as the battle wages on and my friends grow more exhausted, and I resented myself for being unable to do anything for them. It was the first and last promise I made with her… and I can’t afford to break that promise. I need more power… to protect my friends and even those they hold dear… That’s how I will be able to overcome my powerlessness and move on without collapsing. I will never lose my friends ever again.