Triplets point of view

The beginning after the end (1)

The sound of light footsteps filled the silent hallway, walking towards the end of the sealed god's temple. Nobody was in view, yet the light footsteps boomed out of the screen, causing everybody outside the temple to hold their breath.

Their hearts were racing, wondering who had finished their test first. Many citizens and knights whispered prayers, hoping they would see their hero on the screen.

Creek.

The door opened slowly, soon hitting the wall as they heard a loud crash. A figure with long red hair dressed in a beautiful black uniform, showing their status as a commander, was shown on the screen.

Eyes trembling as their bodies flinched. They suppressed their cheering as they looked toward Cale Henituse, their commander and hero, walking inside the massive room with a blank facial expression.

"Haa..." Cale sighed as he looked toward the gold plaque and the sealed god's statue–closing his eyes as he recalled the words spoken by the God of Death before they lost contact.

'To end this war, stab the main annual ring of the White Star and the temple will be destroyed soon after.'

It was a pure assumption; Cale also knew that. The White Star was the possible last vessel left for the sealed god to use, but Cale believed otherwise.

Not wasting any further time–he threw the gold plaque on the ground causing a loud thud.

Poof

The White Star emerged from the gold plaque–in a completely weakened state. Yet the laughter of the said man boomed louder than ever—without an ounce of fear—the man didn't fear death, not one bit.

The audience watching them, from the large broadcast Seal God had created for them, couldn't help but gasp at the sight. Frowns filled their faces—yet no one stopped cheering for their hero.

They wanted their hero to win the war.

They wanted their hero to end it—as quickly as possible.

"My, my." White Star mocked—trying to regain his voice and strength back. "I didn't think you'd take such extreme majors, Henituse."

Mockery filled the White Star's eyes–as they looked towards the World tree branch that Cale had in his hands.

"It seems to be the case."

Cale shrugged as he smiled–oh, so elegantly.

At times like these–the audience would have admired the look on the commander's face–yet they weren't given a chance to react.

Cale's hands moved swiftly along with Alver's and Eruhaben's hands to quickly cover the children's eyes, while Cale stabbed himself right in the heart.

"Pfft hahahahaha..."

The White Star couldn't help but laugh at the younger male's action.

To get rid of the curse–to make its existence completely vanish from their life.

Cale Henituse would take any majors.

"You die, We die." White Star started as he took a step further. "You live, We live." He continued walking–finally coming to a halt as he tilted his head. "That's how it goes, doesn't it?"

His smile grew wider as Cale walked up to him–the dagger tightly held in his grip.

"If that's the only way to protect these people, then so be it."

Cale smiled–his face held no regrets nor fear of death. Living is the best–but what use is living when you have no purpose to live for?

His hands moved swiftly, and in a second, the branch in his hands stabbed his heart.