Chương 1788: Weeping Canyon

Life was like that. 

You could train your body tirelessly to turn it into a tenacious, resilient tool. You could practice swordsmanship and archery until your hands bled, temper your observation skills and analytical thinking, and test yourself against countless opponents in real combat to turn shallow knowledge into deeply rooted experience.

And then, you can still die because of nothing but bad luck. 

Rain felt resentful as she plummeted into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by an avalanche of shattered stone. 

But no, that was not true… her current predicament was not due to misfortune. She was at fault. It was her who had not been cautious enough, perceptive enough, and smart enough. All the signs had been there — the cracks in the stone, the weathered state of the canyon walls, the devastating power of the Tyrant's blows. She should have put two and two together. 

She should have done better.

So, Rain had no one to blame but herself.