The smell of blood was intoxicating.
The shouts, roars, and dying screams were unending.
Bloodlust and battlelust were intertwined in one deadly dance.
A dance of death where each life hung in the balance.
And amidst all that, a young man stood, panting for breath.
Pain coursed throughout his entire body like a never-ending flood.
Even so, he couldn't remain still. They would not allow it.
"Grrr…"
The growl that escaped his lips was akin to that of a cornered beast.
His enemies charged at him with their weapons raised high, but none of them reached him.
Jason neither dodged nor ran. He simply collapsed before the attacks could reach him. Before he knew it, he finally woke up from his dream.
"Ugh…" Jason groaned.
He abruptly got up but lost his balance, causing him to fall from his bed and hit his head on the floor.
His entire body was in so much pain that he couldn't be bothered to move for a while.
