In the swamp shrouded with a faint white mist, the putrid stench of decay permeated the air.
A man lay sleeping in the muck, propped against the enormous corpse of a flood dragon in the swamp, his head tilted back in slumber.
Through the gaping wound in his chest, the faint beating of his heart was visible.
This severe injury was enough to claim his life.
Yet his breathing still existed, though it had become incredibly faint.
In a certain moment, as if sensing something, the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes in the mire.
"Hmm... is someone calling me?"
Narrowing his eyes and cocking his ears to listen for a while, the man said, "Mother, please lend me your senses..."
After speaking, the mysterious man gently rose from the muck, countless black sludge sliding off his body.
The mud seemed to have merged with him.
However, he reached out his hand, without a care, and lightly pressed it against the massive corpse of the flood dragon beside him.
