A flash of light flickered past.
Enkrid had no idea what was happening.
He only felt pain. It felt as if a red-hot poker was thrust into his throat.
He realized that the armor padded with leather was utterly useless at that moment.
He lost consciousness as the red, hot liquid swirling inside his body gushed out.
And then, he opened his eyes again.
It was the beginning of another day
This was not a dream.
It had happened numerous times before.
He didn't know why it was happening. It was just something that kept on occuring.
Ding-dang.
The guard on duty banged a pot with a ladle and signaled the start of the morning.
It was the same morning, but for a third time now.
It was then that Enkrid truly realized.
‘Again?’
That if he dies, he repeats the same day.
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