From that time on, he had scarcely seen the sun.
The traps deep within the Lost Temple, filled with magma and venom, were his toys.
The roars of Totem Beasts, the screams of tomb raiders, and the sound of bones being slowly ground to powder beneath fangs were his only music.
The mist that lingered over the Ancient Battlefield Ruins all day, battered by Totem Power and shifting into the forms of all manner of savage beasts, was the scenery he saw most often.
As a petty thief too weak to truss a chicken, his task was to serve as cannon fodder and a human mine detector, charging at the very front of the entire tomb-raiding party to scout out the most dangerous traps and the narrowest secret passages.
Many secret passages were barely wider than a fist. Even Ratfolk children of three or five had to soak their bones in specially prepared secret medicine until they softened before they could barely squeeze through.
Yet when faced with the twisting turns inside those passages, the Ratfolk children still had a high chance of becoming stuck and suffocating to death inside.
For "Jackal" Kanus, the fortunate thing was that, in the beginning, he had merely been a lowly petty thief, while his master had merely been a member of one of the weakest Wolf Clan settlements. Their numbers were few, their strength frail, and even when venturing deep underground, they could not compete for any of the famous temples and Ancient Battlefield Ruins recorded in the War Epic.
More often than not, they could only explore places that others had already combed through dozens of times, places where even every scrap of rust had been scraped until it gleamed, hoping to lick a few scraps of cold leftovers from between their