The Impossible Immortality

[POV: Arkon]

CRACK!

The sharp snap of bone echoed through the night.

Arkon's grip tightened around the man's throat, and with a single decisive twist, he broke it.

His opponent went limp instantly, his body collapsing into a dead weight against Arkon's arm.

Arkon exhaled, watching as the man's lifeless body slumped to the ground.

"Why?" He muttered under his breath. "Why are they betraying this world?"

Was it power? No, that wasn't it.

The betrayers weren't gaining any overwhelming strength that surpassed even the strongest warriors of this world.

Was it wealth? Unlikely. Many of them had left behind fortunes beyond what any king could dream of.

Status? Influence? No, they abandoned their positions—positions that took years, even decades, to achieve.

"Then what the hell are they after?"

Arkon's brows furrowed as his mind raced through every possibility.

Then a realization struck him.