I am going to kill you.
The giant slowly set his foot into a crack between the rocks. He tested it carefully, making sure it could bear his weight and strength before he continued climbing upward.
This should not have been so difficult for him. His physique and strength were enough to turn free climbing, something extremely dangerous for ordinary people, into something absurdly simple. But the poisonous fog coiling around the mountain had raised the difficulty to a terrifying degree.
Do not misunderstand. He had not been poisoned. He simply could not see above or below. On top of that, the outer layers of rock here had become extremely fragile because of the poisonous fog. He did not want to fall. He had something to do.
A respirator covered his face. It was already a little too small, something he had taken with him when he escaped. Though there were some issues with its size, it did not stop it from working.
He continued climbing upward, and at the same time, he thought—I am going to kill you.
Who?
If you were not him, you would not know the answer.
His adoptive father.
A monster.
On the planet beneath his feet, named Barbarus, there were thousands upon thousands of dark and twisted beings. Their very existence poisoned humanity and nature alike. This planet had been polluted in just such a way. And he—he was not from here.
He came from beyond the sky. His adoptive father had not hidden that fact, nor had it deigned to hide it. Barbarus was ruled by overlords who wielded witchcraft, and it was the king of those overlords. It had raised him purely out of interest, and nothing else.
It had given him a name—Mortarion, meaning Death's Child. The overlord considered itself death,