Zarek inhaled so hard that one would have thought he had a collapsed lung. Wheezing and coughing akin to a fish out of water, he collapsed, his body shuddering.
His eyes, however… they carried not the slightest hint of surprise.
This was what he did.
The impossible… it was something that he had accomplished more times than he could count. So long as he had a purpose for continuing to live, he wouldn't collapse for anyone.
That unbridled confidence in himself, his untouchable resolve to find a way out no matter the situation he found himself trapped in…
That was the real reason to fear the Ashborn Demon.
This time, Zarek had the boy-man to thank.
Back then, when he saw the tent, he had been confused. Why did the boy-man want him to tattoo a tent to him? It made no sense.
But then he realized.
It was a test.
