Daemom, who was in the room with his entire upper body bandaged, was unaware that his existence had been exposed. He looked like a mummy, obviously Amara was not an experienced nurse when it came to first aid.
At that moment, the rightful heir to the Abyssal Throne was lying on the bed in the nightclub room, staring at the ceiling, lost in deep thought.
During the battle, he hadn't thought about the hundreds of people dying in front of him, but after the battle was over and the adrenaline in his body returned to normal, the emotions he had previously suppressed exploded all at once.
Every time he closed his eyes, hundreds of overlapping voices sounded in his head, screams of horror and agony, the mummified and bloodless bodies of the hundreds of lives seemed to want to pull him into an abyss.
Looking down, he discovered that the abyss was full of bodies and blood, so much blood that it looked like a red sea with bodies floating in the crimson waters.
