Death

Death was a tremendous terror, but it could also be an indescribable release.

The Legendary Shapeshifter had been created by an Archmage. It had been imprisoned in those lightless ruins for a full 1.6 billion years, and how much longer it would have to remain confined before it could escape was an absolute unknown to it.

Even by the Willpower of a Legendary powerhouse, 1.6 billion years was still far too long. Aside from a few creatures whose souls could not be judged by ordinary standards, such an endless life in captivity was enough to drive even the most rational being insane. Therefore, the shapeshifter's hysterics and habit of talking to itself were not difficult to understand at all.

Moreover, even in the end, it had not gained so much as a chance to glimpse freedom. Thus, the "soliloquy" that had gained its first listener in this Legendary powerhouse's life naturally became even more rambling:

"Kariuske... he called himself the 'Archmage Voidwalker.' He created me, gave me this miserable life and Legendary power, then he left this place and never came back... It took me a full five hundred million years of tireless effort to finally break free from that damned magical restraint, then another full billion years to merge the 'Tide of Radiance' spell model embedded in the wall into my soul. But I still couldn't escape. That damned magic ball blocked the only exit I could find, that 'Osseus Demon Ball'... No one could defeat it in that narrow alchemical passage. I had no direct combat power. I wasn't strong enough. I could only keep living without sunlight in a slightly larger cage!"

At this point, the shapeshifter became extremely agitated. Anger, hatred, resentment... all kinds of negative emotions nearly formed tangible energy boiling over its body. Perhaps