In the dim space, amidst the silence, a labyrinth of noise slowly rose, crimson sprouts pushing open the soil, prying apart rocks. They, like crazed weeds, crawled densely over every corner.
Gray stared long at Jia Meng's corpse. He had completed his revenge, yet there was no surge of joy inside him. His emotions had long turned as cold as metal, even the pain from his severed arm had dulled.
A slight prickling sensation came from his ankles — those crazed sprouts were trying to gnaw at Gray's flesh. Gray broke free from the bind, stamping down hard, grinding them into a mass of blood and filth, but soon new sprouts grew from beneath the bloodied soil.
"Milasha..."
Gray whispered softly, recalling his former self.
A newly enlisted member of the King's Secret Sword, he initially believed he could make a difference, yet ended up losing everything to betrayal. This all happened within less than half a year, but to Gray, this short time felt as long as a lifetime.
