"Try to kill me."
The rabbit said, again and again. And he died again and again.
But slowly, after months of getting trapped in the Timeless Immortal Saint domain while time moved on at normal speed, Severin finally had the chance to fight back.
He had learned, with his death, the way the rabbit fought.
He learned its fighting technique, the part where the monster could dodge, avoiding attacks by an inch and striking back in unpredictable ways.
And the countless deaths had built his body; every part of his body had been trained through sheer effort, his muscles shifting like corded wire beneath his skin.
Like a metal beaten again and again, the repetitive movement of swinging the sword and literally fighting through death had carved the techniques into his body.
The only thing lacking was his energy—Etherion. It was well and good that he learned that much technique, but what good did it do when he wouldn't even be able to put it into proper use because of his lack of Etherion?
