After an Intense training session with Evornia in a subspace
Asher laid on the marble floor drenched in his own sweat and a horrible smell was being emanated from his body.
"Why... must I train... so hard..!" He forced those words out from his mouth. "I'm strong..."
Evornia looked at him a sighed,
"Let me tell you something interesting...You'll be fighting against something that can kill you with a single attack the way you are now. No, some beings.
On your planet, 4 lands have been corrupted and the beings within them. You have about 12 continents, right? Find out which one they are..."
"Damn your puzzles.." Asher wheezed as he held his broken rib.
"The fourth enemy is the most dangerous. I call them 'perfect beings'."
"Perfect...?"
When authors kill their characters, do they go to get gloomy over it or they laugh and have a cup of tea with Hades?
Which so you think it is in my case?