Hopelessness. Despair. Desolation.
Liam felt himself fall into a pit of abyss as he stared at the impossible situation in front of him. To the extent his eyes could see there were monsters lying in wait to tear him apart and kill him.
Perhaps if it was just the drake, he could have somehow fled. Perhaps if he was faced with just the soul-blood beasts then he could have controlled them like he did before.
However, now… he no longer had the energy to do anything. There was nothing left inside him.
No matter where he went, or what he did, there was always death at every turn.
It was as if he was cursed. Forever doomed to suffer and die a meaningless death.
For the first time in both his lives, Liam felt tired. He did not want to struggle anymore. There was no point in anything he did.
No matter how much he struggled, and how much pain he underwent, he was again and again going to end up at the same rock bottom. He was really tired.
