Primordial Shit

Alec jolted awake from his sleep, the intensity of his recent deaths leaving an unpleasant sensation in his mind.

It was his fourth time dying in the second level of the Beast Forest, and the experience was far from enjoyable.

He placed his left hand over the left side of his face, sighing in relief as he felt the warmth and reassurance of his own touch, it had been a while since he had faced the challenges of the second level, and his arrogance had led him to believe that he and his team of golems could take on a Tier 5 demonic beast there, unfortunately he met one with a pack.

His defeat served as a harsh reminder of just how far he was from being ready to face a Tier 6 Mage or lifeform.