Shi Wu's face was as heavy as water. Each swing of his dual swords was less about excavation and more about venting the torment within his heart.
He could almost envision Solalin and the others falling one by one in the frenzy of the Puki... It was all his fault!
He had failed to slay the king of the Puki!
Not only did he fail at the last moment, but he also got himself trapped here!
If only his sword had been a little faster back then...
Bam!
The dual swords finally broke through the last layer of tough soil, stone, and tangled mycelium, allowing murky air mixed with light specks to rush in.
Covered in dirt and dishevelled, Shi Wu crawled out of the narrow gap, his eyes filled with determination. He was ready to face the expected scene of a bloody hell, with corpses strewn everywhere, and then use his last strength for revenge, or... a burial.
The dishonor of being the only survivor while all his teammates perished was something he couldn't bear!
