But Northern pushed through.
However, the times he managed to get a glimpse of how Night Terror was doing made him perceive himself to be utterly weak.
The monster was barely escaping the claws and teeth of Corpse Eaters like he was.
Night Terror was being a menace and nothing more. In fact, it seemed to be having more fun than usual.
Northern gritted his teeth, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his veins as he felt himself becoming motivated to do better by the terrifying monster that once tried to kill him.
'Damnit! What am I even doing?' The question bore a weight on Northern's mind, almost threatening to slow his movement as a monster closed in.
But Northern twirled the silver dagger and twisted his waist, slipping past the hoisted attack of the crude critter.
He buried the dagger behind its neck and, with another twist, separated its body as the onyx blade cut through the air in a torrent of black gore.
