Before the dragon's head was dug out, he had to endure the torment of hunger, forced to eat the soil and rocks at his mouth.
What chilled him even more was that there would occasionally be a foolish priest who would come to cast healing magic on him.
The healing magic she cast had strange side effects that nearly drove him mad.
Yet the giant dragon's tenacious life force, even under such inhuman torture, kept him from dying.
What truly ruled over Roderick was the great fear of death.
No, there is something more terrifying than death, and that is the process of waiting for death.
Every time this Half-Elf named Gaven appeared, Roderick would become terrified, fearing that if the other party was displeased, he would be sent into the cycle of death, then all would be for naught.
The current situation, although unbearable and painful, at least meant he was still alive.
As long as he was alive, there was a chance.
"Did you do this?" Lord Virginia asked incredulously.
