It had been 10 years.
10 years spent in the dungeon that had no way out.
He couldn’t believe the way he had persisted all this years, fighting all the demons that came his way. He couldn’t believe a fledgling like him could survive in the dungeon, all alone. But alas, he was tired.
All this fighting, running away from the demons had taken a toll on him. He wants to stop. In the beginning, it was all fun, since he thought, the dungeon must have a way out and he could take all the treasures for himself. He should have listened to the elders.
Now, fast forward 10 years, all the treasures that he kept were meaningless. It does not matter anymore.
He just wants to go out.
He was tired.
I am tired.