Calmly sitting on the boulder with the Emberfluff resting on his shoulder, Sam stared at the bonfire, which was roasting a giant turtle.
What did I do?
Have I done anything wrong?
Twenty days had passed.
The effect of the praying mantis's training had also slowed down.
Numerous thoughts were running through his mind—a calm face yet holding depressing and negative thoughts.
I always mess up everything.
Holding a little bit of regret in his eyes, he reflected that the past 20 days had been going perfectly, but his situation had escalated to worse after one hurried decision to hunt murlocs rather than train.
Training and that dream!
Staring at the sun, which was washing faint sunlight over him, he thought,
Chimera says that I'm an anomaly, but how can I be when I have nothing to influence?
I'm a tamed beast.
So, do I still have a choice?
