Chapitre 101: The Mysterious Merchant

Crawling out from the bath of blood again like a newborn being brought into the world, he couldn't stop himself from shaking as he fell back to the ground; bile seeping from the edges of his mouth before spitting it out onto the grimy stone.

The pain was still fresh in his mind, the unbearable agony he suffered was carved into his flesh as a reminder of the despair inflicted upon him. Running his hand over his cheeks and into his hair, gripping his locks--tears escaped his eyelids.

His jaw sent his teeth into a constant tremble as they chattered together, rocking back and forth as the torturous moments stayed at the forefront of his mind. What amplified this instilled fear was the very fact that there was no escape from it; no choice was left to him but to fight that beast until the moment he prevailed, if that moment were to ever come.