บท 275: Deviation

"What is this? What the hell?" A young man's anguished scream echoed through the desolate landscape as he desperately tried to make sense of his situation.

His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat drenched his forehead, and his chest heaved with exertion—the pain, both physical and emotional, gnawed at his very core.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Arthur's voice cracked, his cries filled with frustration and despair. He clutched his chest, even though he had just consumed a healing potion.

The wound, both physical and mental, continued to torment him, refusing to fade away. Doubt crept into his mind, fueled by the overwhelming pain he had experienced.

The clothes on his chest were covered with blood, and his arms were filled with scars showing the intense battle he had just participated in.