Zarek had a wide grin on his face, surfing down the avalanche of rock, stone, and soil as though he was having the time of his life.
The wind lance was strapped to his back, and his amber eyes blazed with fire.
At that moment, he felt a sort of high on life, an adrenaline he had been suppressing since the previous night come roaring back to him.
Maybe it was the case that the Eclipse Threat had had some sort of effect on him. It wasn't as great as what it had had on Thalion, but to think it had actually managed to make him forget the most important thing…
Just how fun that had been.
It was what he loved to do most—to toe the line of life and death, and yet come out victorious in the end.
That was what he was feared for. It was the reason he was called the Ashborn Demon.
