Inside the base of Gore the Butcher, deep in the Rot dungeon…
Ha! Ha!
With each breath that he took, invisible astral energy flowed into his body.
Sitting cross-legged at a corner of this dark underground cave, Elmas did not sleep even as a cacophony of snoring sounds filled this dark cave.
With his mind narrowed on one focus, he was able to filter all the distracting sounds of snores around him, focusing on his goal of cultivating.
This was his 5th consecutive night where he skipped sleep to cultivate.
After being dumped in the rot dungeon, where he quickly learned of the secret of being able to survive without oxygen, relying on just astral energy, he lived.
Elmas already lost all reason to live, but the Deidamia in him kept on living.
The Deidamia in him kept on surviving due to a single reason, revenge.
'Direct your hatred at me!'
'Cultivate!'
'Get stronger!'
'Fight me!'
'Deidamia, FIGHT ME!'
