And now, finally, after the five hundredth death, Rahu knew with absolute certainty that…the real trial had not even begun!
This time, he was transported to some battlefield, where there was just a single opponent. He should've stayed quiet and let the opponent kill him, but dying in a fight without even raising weapons? Now that was a whole other matter, so Rahu fought.
His opponent was a tall, warrior man. Rahu tried to time his movements precisely, reading his opponent's stance and already planning to counter that would kill him.
But, instead, the opponent's blade slipped past his guard and sank deep inside him.
Instantly, pain flared; it was sharp and familiar. He instantly felt all his strength collapse. He fell.
His vision darkened as dust and blood filled his lungs.
…
He awoke again.
It was the five hundred and first death.
