".....Ha, ha....so tired....."
Sudar leaned against the corner of the wall, watching as the Corpse Monsters just walked past the corner.
He covered his mouth, not even daring to breathe.
Exhaustion, lethargy, helplessness, fear—too many negative emotions had devoured him, and he no longer knew how long he could persist in such an environment.
Too tired, and in too much pain, his wound was constantly bleeding, he had become numb to the pain.
"Is this the end..."
He closed his eyes, having completely lost hope.
"...No, I mustn't let it..."
The next moment, his eyes snapped open, the hastily wrapped "Broken Hand" in his arms was still emitting a bizarre Qi.
".....I absolutely can't.....I was already wrong.....absolutely cannot....."
He gritted his teeth, still persevering, though his Spirit had long since surpassed its limits.
The only thing that could keep him going was knowing what was in his arms...
"Hee hee....."
