After being forced to retreat, the Withered despaired.
He felt he had completely lost hope.
Losing the group of Beastmen also meant losing the opportunity for sacrifice, and all his resources were completely depleted. The organization would not allow him to continue delaying.
There was only one path left for him, which was to swallow that forbidden object as the organization required, and quickly become what they expected.
In desperation, he began to be reckless, killing more than half of the servants he had caught, using their corpses as nourishment to cultivate the Crimson Thorn, thereby compensating for his losses.
In the morning, he was nearly hopeless, feeling he could only walk down a dead-end road.
But after the afternoon, suddenly a flash of insight came to him, realizing something was amiss.
No.
There must be something wrong.
Last night, he was indeed frightened by the "godly descent", overlooking too many details.
