Karsha stood there, consumed by rage, his eyes blazing with fury. This was the third time this strange sensation had slipped away from his grasp. Just as he was beginning to understand that peculiar feeling, the monster would die, abruptly halting the process.
Strangely, whenever the monster died, the sensation died with it. It was infuriating beyond measure, and Karsha had reached his limit. He couldn't take it anymore.
< The host is advised to retrieve the crystal and vacate the region; dangers are approaching. >
"Let them come," Karsha muttered, deep in his rage, ignoring the system. He was angry and needed to vent that anger somewhere, so if those snakes decided to become his punching bag, he was happy to oblige.
The reason he hadn't encountered any monsters before encountering the Dark Mutants was because of the Dark Mutant Karsha had just slain—or, more importantly, the fist-sized crystal embedded in its head.
