While Emilio continued to resist the push of the Drowned King with every ounce of mana, willpower, and strength he had left...
The Jungle Lord began to regenerate from his dastardly wounds.
However... He still didn't choose to wake up.
More accurately, he was unable to yet, for it seems the Drowned King's omnidirectional attack had caused him to fall into a dream...
***
It was only days ago that he remembered sitting upon his stone throne. And for countless years, he sat upon that same throne that he claimed from the previous Jungle Lord.
Apart from watching the tribe people of the jungle climb the steps of the Jungle God's Temple, he wasn't given anything to do other than train and sharpen his skills.
Every now and then, he would face an opponent that was brave enough to intrude into the Heart of the jungle to face him, but even so...
They were still too weak.
Drip... Drip...
