"I don't need talent," he said quietly. "Just consistency. Relentless hard work. Repetition."
Amon had never felt such a strong desire to get stronger.
Strong enough to travel this place without any worry.
He wouldn't lie. He was curious about this place. This forest was mysterious. And Amon, being Amon… he was a curious boy.
Many times, the same desire toward this forest came to his mind. But he couldn't act recklessly just because of curiosity.
He still remembered what that curiosity had made him go through before.
Nearly getting killed by a wyvern.
"Enough thinking…"
He pulled the blade free. His dark eyes filled with resolve.
'I must get stronger.' His grip tightened on the hilt dangerously until his knuckles turned white.
He needed to try again and again.
If he wanted to survive, he needed to become stronger.
This time, he didn't rush.
