When Madness Consumes...

Northern stood up, vigor draining out of his body as he did. He tried to walk but faltered his steps.

In that moment, a wounded monster let lose, wilding towards his direction.

With a cold indifferent gaze, Northern turned, avoided its obvious attack and cleanly swipped off its before completely turning.

The voice of both Ul and the system sounded so distant, the clangor and cries that bathed the battlefield sounded to muggy. Everything was far away.

Sort of numb…

He closed his eyes and dismissed his clone.

Of course, regardless of how he felt, he still had to deal with the pain. But Northern this time could not find the strength to groan as a crude fatigue invaded every tendon of his.

He dropped to his knees, the Mortal Blade slipping out of his hands.

Somehow, the war went on without him.

Drowning in the slaughters of vicious creatures.