Although he was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood, Ethan was feeling great. That state was really like a drug… addiction. It was only natural since Ethan felt like the things that happened in the past didn't matter anymore. He also felt free like never before. Currently, he even left his cursed sword on the ground and let the monsters bite his arms. When that happened, he grabbed the monsters' jaw from inside and began to use them like hammers and smashed other devourers. That was fun… it was fun, but… Ethan felt like something was missing. Like he had forgotten something.
"I can't stop to think… I have to defeat those monsters. I have to defeat all of them…"
