He also saw two more bodies, in worse situations than the first one. As for the one cut in half, it was like an unfinished meal.
It was like the monsters didn't finish eating because it sensed him, a toughened level, who still had some smell of blood from the earlier upgrades.
Finn's fists clenched. Suddenly, the joy of upgrading was doused with depression.
This area didn't originally have so many toughened beasts. To some degree, this death felt a lot like his fault.
It was as… if his accomplishments were at the cost of someone else.
Fortunately, Finn was no longer the dramatic teenager. He felt the guilt and remorse hit him, and he immediately faced it, took it for what it was, but did not dwell on it further.
