"Why?" Felix muttered as he gritted his teeth.
The sheer feeling of inadequacy, and weakness stemming from his innate lack of power.
They came down heavily on him, washing away all the confidence he had built up after so long.
As he stared at the mass of flesh thrashing about with its chaotic aura spilling out in volumes, which caused the slow process of terraformation to quicken, Felix couldn't help but wonder why.
Why was he so weak?
Even when he thought he had reached a good level, such an adversary came up to show him just how weak he was.
Thinking back, all he had going for him was his craziness which allowed him to leap into danger without fear.
He had gotten arrogant… maybe a bit too arrogant.
Glancing at the sword in his right hand, he recalled the words written in the sword manual his father had regarded as a family heirloom.
The power to cut, not just mortals but to cut even the heavens.
