"I have to act fast."
Eryke the Third wanted to escape immediately.
He turned and bolted.
Only to find himself surrounded by Ghouls. Wherever his eyes fell, there were only more Ghouls, like a vast, unending sea.
"Is there no way out?"
A flicker of hesitation crossed his face. He struggled to maintain his composure.
He didn't want to die. Not like this.
"I suffered so much just to survive that death forest… even faced the Outer God and now I'm supposed to die here?"
"No."
"I refuse!"
"I won't accept this death!"
His helpless roar echoed through the air.
Regret?
He felt none for absorbing the pearl.
"Those who seize the opportunity in front of them are the ones who win. I took that chance, how could I possibly feel regret?"
His pupils locked forward, unwavering.
"But that doesn't mean I'm willing to accept death."
Bang!
