Theron wondered if he should have put more thought into how he would die. He had been filled with so much anger for so long, maybe he just never paused to think that this path could only really end one way for him.
Yet, he didn't feel regret, he didn't feel rage or unwillingness. In fact, he found himself feeling hints of relief.
He could finally just let go. Let the world destroy itself. It was headed down that path anyway. Did it really need him to tip the balance?
He had only been in this world for a short few months, most of the time he had spent in secluded cultivation, and yet how much nonsense had he seen?
He saw a Sect that claimed to be chasing Demon Chosen acting more like Demons themselves. He saw a Matriarch who was willing to use her own disciples as sex pawns to control more power. He saw families turning their own offspring into exiled slaves because they had the wrong bloodline running through their veins.
