[??? POV]
The first time I opened my eyes… after a long time…
I saw a single boy.
Just one.
I looked at the boy with red eyes and black hair.
His eyes were still filled with fierce determination — even in the face of death.
I found it amusing.
I could've ended him with ease.
My power had regressed a lot, yes — but for someone like him? Someone who held a rank far below what I once did?
He was nothing.
His features weren't familiar. Not remotely.
He didn't look like someone I'd know.
Not at all.
At first, I just wanted to devour his core.
That was it. Nothing personal. Just survival.
His presence was strong enough to help me recover — even if only a little.
Moreover, he seemed to be a holder of supreme ability…maybe even a supreme of some small world.
But I wasn't curious enough to know his story.
Not when I'd been trapped in this dungeon for hundreds of years.
And after a while, everything stopped mattering.
My thoughts faded.
All that remained… was a shell.
