"Urgh... That crazy bastard..."
"I'll end up dying at this point."
Berkah winced in pain and dragged his feet across the field of greenery, the morning birds chirping harmoniously and the sun slowly rising from the horizon, rebuking the dark of night.
His face was mostly swollen and his ribs throbbing in pain, countless bruises riddled his skin, making it reminiscent to a dalmatian's fur.
[Wake up... Get beat up... Eat... Shit... Sleep... Repeat...]
As his lifeless eyes gazed into the distance, his mind recited the life he had been living for the past two months, every single day, without a day's respite.
[Fuck... Maybe I'm already dead and this is hell?]
He narrowed his eyes at the Ancient Dragon waiting for him near the crest of a hill, bearing his razor sharp teeth at him.
[At least let me use my regeneration!]
