Ade was running frantically in the rainy night.
But he was not running steadily because he had lost an arm. He couldn't maintain enough balance, so every few steps he would stumble and fall, then get up awkwardly and continue running forward.
Almost there, almost there.
The Hunter Statue of Blood Healing was right in front of him.
"Why be so pathetic?" The voice of the Saint echoed in his mind again, "We were supposed to have a nobler attitude."
"Shut up!" Ade roared.
"Why do you still resist?" Half of Ade's face was ferocious, half peaceful, he said, "We are about to awaken from a boring dream."
"This is not a dream!" Ade shouted, "I'm not like you! Not like you!"
"Heh, you can't distinguish between dream and reality anymore." The Saint shook his head, "What you are pursuing now is just an illusion without any meaning."
Ade gritted his teeth, no longer paying attention to the Saint.
Because he could feel his consciousness getting blurry, his body losing control.
