"I ... I've survived."
Emperor midsa lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he panted heavily. Everyone was weak and powerless in the face of death. Even as an Emperor, he feared death more than mortals after a long time.
I'm not a slave of fear. I'm the half-orc Emperor of midesa, who is in charge of iron. blood, and tenacity.. 'm a slave who escaped from a Colosseum.. 've relied on my tenacity to get to where. am today ...
He tried to stand up, trying to forget the person he had once seen with his eyes, but that figure had been deeply imprinted in his heart.
It wasn't that he didn't want to fear ... He would not be afraid.
"I ..." A large amount of blood sprayed out as he stumbled and left a brutal trail of blood on the ground. One of his hands suddenly grabbed his wildly beating Red Heart and limped forward. He opened his mouth to laugh, but no sound came out. Only his eyes flickered with burning hatred,
