A moment later, the passage returned to calm.
The one-armed Abyss Titan used the remaining half of his Instant Death Sword to sever the last Star-Herding Titan's head.
Beside him, the bodies of his comrades and the Star-Herding Titans had gradually melted into black sludge, mingling into a single pool.
He leaned weakly against the wall, a bone-deep exhaustion washing over him.
Although Abyss Titans were inherently stronger than these Star-Herding Titans by bloodline, and had specifically trained in tactics against them,
they were, after all, merely a group of recruits.
The game of life and death had left his mind utterly drained.
As he looked at the scene before him, an emotion that was impossible to suppress suddenly surged from the depths of his heart.
It was his most primal instinct.
He wanted to kill, to destroy, to vent the boundless fury in his heart.
Under the assault of instinct, the factors that kept him calm suddenly transformed into frenzy factors, seeking to turn him into a beast.
The Abyss Titan dropped to his knees, his whole body convulsing. His four eyes were opened wide, his teeth nearly shattered from clenching, and even the armor around his hands deformed from his fists tightening.
This was the first time he had endured the backlash of his savage instincts.
Suddenly, Taral Peak's teachings echoed in his ears.
"Restrain your instincts. If you cannot restrain them, then you are beasts. Beasts do not deserve to be Titans!"
At the same time as that voice arose, the crack of an iron whip slicing through the air rang out beside his ears.
"Don't!"
The instant he heard the whip cut through the air, the Titan's reason seized the high ground. The assault of savage instinct also receded like the tide.
The Titan stared blankly