-Frey Starlight's POV-
"Damn you.
Damn you.
Damn you!!"
I cursed, again and again and again.
Balerion, you treacherous bastard!
The cursed serpent coiled tighter around me than the chains ever could,
suffocating me, choking out even the slightest trace of aura I might have released.
Muzzled, shackled in the darkness, I kept cursing endlessly.
"Let me go!"
Let me blow everything up!
Let me die ..
That's all I'm asking for.
I wasn't asking for much.
Just death.
Just let me die, for God's sake!
I had no reason left to live anymore.
Not now.
How could I continue breathing in a world that slaughtered my family, destroyed my life, and kept torturing me even after my reincarnation?
It was supposed to be just a story.
Just a damned novel I wrote during a wild bout of inspiration.
Just a damned novel!
So how...
How the hell did it come to this?!
An unbearable emptiness gnawed at me, choking me even worse than the chains.
