Karax POV
Several Years Ago
Karax walked through the jungle with a tired mind. After the loss of his hive, he had been fighting monsters after monsters.
The Sacred Treasure the Queen gave him made him Immortal.
Karax couldn't die anymore.
He wanted to use this blessing to become stronger.
To get his revenge.
To crush the bastards.
But…
"Urgh!"
Karax doubled over and puked.
His mind was on the verge of breaking apart and shattering. Even if he was Immortal, the pain from the repeated deaths lingered.
He couldn't forget how the monsters tore his body apart. How they crushed him and laughed at him.
'How long can I continue this?'
Karax's mind was drowned by melancholy.
He realized the weakness of his Sacred Treasure.
[Mentality.]
Without a strong mind, there was no point in being Immortal.
"Uh! Hhuhh!"
He fell to his knees. Tears slipped past his eyes and his body shook like a leaf.
Fear.
Karax was afraid of pain and death.
