Within a room, there was a strange smell from all kinds of medicinal grasses mixed together.
At the center of the room, a middle-aged man silently lay on the bed, looking incredibly feeble.
His figure looked quite big, but he was covered with wounds from head to toe, and he was completely covered by the smell of medicinal grasses.
The space where his right arm should have been was empty.
Looking at Mader, Chen Heng lightly sighed.
The scene of his fight with Mader back then appeared in his mind. He had never expected Mader to have become like this in a few months.
It had to be said that nothing was constant in life.
However, in a sense, this was the destiny of Knights.
As a Knight, from the instant that one awakened one's Life Seed, it was extremely unlikely that they would die of old age.
Most Knights either died in battles or accidents.
As such, it was not surprising that Mader would end up like this.
