A few days passed. Hector's emotions gradually pulled back, but his mind was still full of fury and discomfort.
Especially after everything he had suffered.
It was like spikes carved deep into his mind.
"I just want to kill him!" Hector grimaced with unease as he stomped forward.
The sound of his cane echoed with every step he took.
He was already blind, so he needed the cane to find his way accurately.
And he had been practicing this ever since he lost his sight.
Bam!
And he fell again, just like always.
Lying on the floor, Hector clenched his teeth so hard that blood began to trickle down.
"DAMN IT!"
Hector slammed his fist against the floor, pouring all his rage into the blow.
That was all he could do now.
"I can't stop thinking about killing him! I want to butcher him into pieces!"
Then, slowly, he tried to stand up once more.
Leaning slightly on his cane — his most precious Artifact for now — he continued walking like a true blind man.
