The ground beneath Zeras was enveloped in thousands of cracks as he raised his tired eyes to the feet that covered his entire vision.
Tiredly, Zeras raised his hands towards it, with an intent to block it.
But who was he kidding? The leg weighed more than a million of his weight and would no doubt crush him half to death.
But he was too tired, not physically, but mentally. He had found everything meaningless. Yet he wanted to stop the fate of getting crushed.
"That is what is wrong with me..." Zeras mused out loud.
"I don't like this meaningless way of life, this cycle of growing stronger, and fighting endlessly. But I also dare not to stop because I am afraid.
Afraid of getting crushed by the world. I am just like this.
I find no meaning in fighting him any longer, but I also don't want to get crushed by his feet.
This is exactly how my life looks like..." Zeras said aloud as he looked at the feet with a tired expression.