Yugas slowly walked out of the tavern, maintaining a calm exterior, but his steps involuntarily quickened once he left the tavern.
Although he kept reminding himself that he had waited for thousands of years, a few more days wouldn't make a difference, and he shouldn't falter at the last hurdle. After all, he was the only candidate now, and victory seemed assured; there was no need to rush.
But this self-comfort was like the hunger in his belly, the more he endured, the more he minded, and the more he could feel that burning sensation searing his heart.
The city was not large, yet it was filled with the breath of the living.
The scent of fresh flesh continually drifted into Yugas's nose, intensifying his already unbearable hunger.
Just as Yugas was about to hastily leave this tempting place, a strange voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"Why resist? Over the years, it's not like you haven't broken the rules before, you've secretly had a bite or two, haven't you?"
