Snap!
A tree branch snapped in half as a white-haired boy mindlessly stomped deeper into the forest.
His eyes were red and unfocused, they were filled with rage.
His mind was so scattered that all he could think of was rage.
He felt like tearing a Boar in half with his bare arms.
Aegon felt like he was losing his mind.
'Did you really expect me to hear all that and just leave Cold Town?!'
'What do you take me for?'
'A coward?'
'How dare you think that of me, Aegon?'
'You say you want to become the strongest manipulator in the world, and you think you can do that by avoiding deadly battles?'
'Joel taught me that we only grow by fighting; fighting strong battles, hard battles that pushes us to the edge, that's the way astral warriors grow'.
'If you keep that mentality of yours, you'll never become the strongest manipulator in the world!'
'I didn't become an astral traveler to avoid danger'.
