Chapter 83: Serial Killer
Within the decimated forest, Asher stood calmly, his breath steady. His hair danced to the wind of his own apocalypse. His eyes were on the sun rising on the horizon as he just stood there, as if still digesting everything he had just gone through within the past six hours and thirty minutes.
He had never imagined his life would suddenly become something like this, going to sleep and waking up in another world for no reason at all.
Then training for six months for the so-called True Awakening, which he knew nothing about, only to be thrown into a forest at exactly 00:00 and told to survive without even a single bit of support.
He had gone through the True Awakening in nothing but his pajamas, which were now torn to pieces. No armor of any type, just a thin cloth even the weakest fire in existence could burn through with ease.
Asher sighed, his eyes glancing down alongside Virelass, who was now in his hand, humming in utter satisfaction, as though she welcomed the madness with open arms.
"I never knew you were this crazy, Virelass," Asher spoke aloud, and the rapier hummed once more. Asher simply smiled and shook his head in response.
Although he said that, Asher could feel his entire body rejoicing from the battle, as though every single blood cell, bone, flesh, and vein had experienced it firsthand. He couldn’t deny it, at the beginning, he just wanted to survive, and if he couldn’t, he would return to his room and pass it through that method.
But when he switched methods and engaged the assassins without running, he had loved every single moment of it.
Asher remembered his grin as he fought, as though he was a maniac who lived for the chaos. He remembered taking their lives, the feeling of his hands tearing through flesh like they were nothing. The sensation of life vanishing due to his blade, it was still fresh in his memory, he could remember the entire sensation vividly.