In desperate times, one could only hope for the best. But right now, hope had become a scarce commodity. At least for Akhil.
There was no need to hope when there clearly wasn't any means to escape this current predicament.
[Ding!]
[The Titan of Wrath]
[Watching his family die and everything left of his clan destroyed, the lone orc returns, carrying hatred and a soul seeking vengeance... The years of anger bottled up within, the rage that consumed his sanity, will now be poured not just on the very same people that led to the extinction of his clan, but on the world. The world shall feel his rage.]
Akhil read the description from the system's message, taking a deep gulp. In the game, facing the Titan of Wrath was exciting because of the numerous rewards that came with it.
But right now, without the ability to respawn after his death? 'Hell no.'
Even running was impossible.
It felt as though the air entering his lungs grew heavier with every step the Titan took toward him.
