On the Island of the Monarch, Remus spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed helplessly onto the bed in the thatched cottage. His eyes alternated between closing and opening, making him look extremely weak.
"Why is this happening?" He stared at the hut's dilapidated thatched roof, muttering to himself repeatedly. Despite facing failure after failure for so many days, he still couldn't bring himself to accept it.
He was merely possessed by Raxor once that day. Looking at it with wizardry, an average person who let a somewhat powerful mythical beast possess them would indeed experience pain, fatigue, and other aftereffects.
But Remus wasn't an average person but was the world's only Martial Divinity warrior. His physical strength had surpassed the limits of human capabilities.
Moreover, after trying so hard for so many days, why were there still no signs of improvement?
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