Elder!

A race should have a soul!

A race without a soul was bound to die out!

The Berserkers' soul had gradually faded away and died as the first God of Berserkers left, as the second God of Berserkers was torn apart, and the third God of Berserkers disappeared.

The only thing left behind was bewilderment and a sickly illusion. The Berserkers lived in the glory that existed in ancient scrolls and refused to wake up. Perhaps more accurately speaking… they could not accept the state of decline their race was currently going through.

The Berserkers were indeed no longer the race that had the worship of all worlds under the first God of Berserkers' rule… It was like an old man who had one foot in his grave and was walking down the final stretch of his life.