Keith's eyes narrowed as his breathing grew ragged. That presence had completely changed his entire perspective.
Yes, Keith had only just begun, but the more he used his power, the more everyone he faced felt like nothing more than chickens waiting to be slaughtered. Killing them had been getting easier and easier, and unknowingly, Keith had become more egotistical and confident.
He had started believing that with his new power, he was unstoppable, and that soon he would break out of the arena and live his life however he wanted.
But who knew...
He had been getting ahead of himself.
Keith felt his pounding heart as he walked toward his room. The fear that had gripped him was as though he had stared directly into the eyes of Death itself.
It was so overwhelming that even his legs felt weak, but...
Keith's hand rested on the door handle.
It paused.
A wide grin slowly spread across his face.
"Why do I feel so excited?" Keith couldn't help but mutter as he entered his room.
