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Amon panted loudly, sitting upon the branch of a tree.
"Haaa...Haaaa…..Haaa."
He had done it.
After a whole night of ruthlessly fighting and hiding like a feral beast, he had defeated the 150 Void Beasts.
His arms were covered in bandages that were stained crimson and his back was pitch black, a reminder of the burning sensation he had experienced.
His equipment was totally battered, littered with cuts and slashes.
Blood trailed down his face from the numerous cuts that now ruined his features.
Some of his hair was also burnt as a result of being captured in the void flames of some creatures.
But regardless of all the injuries, Amon sat completely motionless, his body not even wincing from the amount of pain.
All he showed were signs of exhaustion but except for that, there was no sign of hurt on his face.
It was because pain was something he had grown accustomed to now.
