His madness came at a cost.
He had technically died half a dozen times now and was revived by [Deathless]. Each death was different, more painful, and far more horrifying than the others, leaving scars that went beyond the physical.
But his death had not been for naught. He had slain over one dozen dragons, and his level now sat at 230, only twenty more to reach the rank of a guardian and become the youngest in the entire history of Arden. But such things did not matter right now. After all, based on the scale of the current commotion, there might be no Arden anymore.
Marlon charged into the sky once more after resurrecting from his sixth death, his movements fearless and direct.
After seven consecutive deaths, he understood [Deathless] better. No matter how low or high his aether or health points were before his death, they were always halved each time he arose. Why that happened remained a mystery, one he would solve later.
