Chapter 30: Ch 30 Remenants of the past
The metallic taste of Yeti blood, mixed with the chilling air of the Frost Fang Dungeon, lingered on Klaus’s tongue.
It was a visceral reminde,
a sensory trigger that forcibly pulled his mind away from the triumphs of the present and dragged it, unwillingly, back into the painful memories of his past life on Earth.
"I still remember the taste of my blood when he kicked my face that day" Klaus said
The exhaustion from his prolonged battle against the Yeti monsters, combined with the sudden, sharp flavour, had lowered his defences, allowing the dormant psychological scars to surface.
He closed his eyes, as he remembered the few fragments of his past life, Had he been powerful at that time, had he been more powerful, rich or lucky he might not have suffered such a fate.
The icy throne, the vanquished monsters, and the system notifications all faded, replaced by the stark, unforgiving memory of a life he had desperately tried to forget.
Klaus was born into a household that was, in every sense of the word, poor.
Not just financially, though money was a constant suffocating concern, but poor in warmth, in understanding, in any semblance of familial harmony.
His parents were fundamentally incompatible, two individuals bound together by circumstance rather than affection, and their incompatibility manifested daily in loud,
bitter arguments that echoed through their cramped apartment.