Unseen Memories [7]

Life in the dungeon continued.

Compared to how it was in those first few days, it had gotten considerably better.

But it was lonely. 

Incredibly lonely.

The only solace he had was during battle. Whenever his battles ended, he would be forced to face his loneliness once more.

He found himself in a state where he sought constant stimulation. Without it, he would truly go mad.

When it wasn't battle, it was training, when it wasn't training, it was anything else he could think of.

Even after so long, his fear didn't completely go away. 

And even though it had been quelled for the most part, he still needed to cope with his current situation.

It had reached a point where he forgot about everything other than the dungeon.

His life was the dungeon and the dungeon was his life.

Was there a way to stave off the insanity that threatened to consume him?

He found himself reminiscing.