Aida shook her head. She gazed at Kaslan intently as if to find an answer.
She did not understand.
However, Kaslan did not let her wait for long.
"Many years ago, I killed Xyra Darkstorm at Thirty-Eighth Sentry Ground…" The old man with white hair gradually opened his mouth to answer Aida's questions.
"He struck me in the chest with an axe before he died." Kaslan stroked his left chest. With a complex expression, he looked at the machete by his side, and then at the Soul Slayer Pike. He sighed. "Who knows how many ribs were shattered… At that time, I was already awaiting death."
Aida's complexion changed.
"That day, a mad military doctor called Ramon and a dwarf artisan with an exceptionally long name… snatched me back from the hands of the ferryman on Hell's River with a bit of luck, trickery and creativity of either a genius or a madman."
Kaslan laughed bitterly and hit his chest.
*Clank! Clank!*
