Autumn

　　We returned to the Grand Meadow venue, and I was still holding the rogue's severed head. The faces of people filled with confusion turned toward me, but The Crimson Pack erupted in celebration. They cheered for me, their voices ringing with pride and joy.

　　Yet, I stood there, stunned and detached, unable to fully grasp the gravity of what had just happened. The weight of the head in my hands felt surreal, and despite the jubilation around me, I couldn't ...