A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Enkrid paused and lifted his head.

The sky was overcast, thick with dull clouds.

"Looks like something’s about to fall."

How many times had today repeated?

This was different. Before, he had always kept track of how many loops had passed.

Each day, he had marked time in different ways.

But this time, he hadn’t.

Why had that changed? Why was he perceiving things differently now?

"Because my vision narrowed."

He had thought he could cut through the problem in one swift motion.

Even Enkrid, a seasoned warrior, was still human—he had grown impatient.

And impatience narrowed his vision, blocking out the broader situation.

Like a racehorse, blinders fixed to his eyes, charging straight ahead.

Who put them there?

The circumstances had.

And the Ferryman had stirred the pot just a little more.

"So I fell for it."

Or had he learned from it?

No, he had learned.

There was always something to be gained, no matter the situation.

Enkrid gazed at the darkened sky, felt the wind, and inhaled the lingering stench of battle.

He didn’t just see and hear—he absorbed.

For a moment, he forgot the eyes on him.

He forgot where he was.

Even the current battle faded into the background.

And he recalled.

He went over all the todays he had lived and relived.

This was the first time he had done something like this.

The child’s steps were slow, but even so, it was a fleeting moment.

Yet within that brief span, he recalled everything.

"The Ferryman’s words were a problem, yes."

"But I was the bigger issue. I focused too much on one thing."

"One-pointed focus narrows vision."

People around him watched, confused.

A child running across the battlefield was strange enough.

But Enkrid, a warrior once locked in combat with enemy commanders, stepping forward alone?

Even stranger.

Then, instead of going toward the child, he stopped.

That was the strangest thing of all.

Everyone watching was thrown into chaos.

"The hell is he doing?"@@novelbin@@

A soldier on the enemy side muttered.

"Just watch."

A mercenary from the Black Blade group smacked the soldier on the head.