In the darkness, a distant chiming bell became his guide. He wondered why was he in this condition—being suddenly trapped in the darkness that he had no knowledge of right after coming from another world—even so, his body—heavy and numb—felt very hard to move.
Oberon laid still and let himself surrender to the darkness. It was black—everywhere—is black, yet it felt warm and gentle. A kind darkness if he may assume. He slowly regained his strength when he felt something soft and furry touching his forehead. Immediately after his strength completely came back to him, Oberon gradually opened his eyes.
When his view is clear, Oberon saw someone unfamiliar above him was stroking his hair. It was a beastman, but from their build
RICKY’S POVI feel betrayed in many ways than one.No, seriously.If there are people outside there that wished to learn the basics of magic, without having even an ounce of Mana Reserve inside them, I advice you to quit.Even for me, who posses a huge amount of Mana, so huge that I can even restore my soulmate’s Mana Reserve to their fullest, can’t even handle my Mana very well.“Focus. I can sense your breath faltering.”A voice resounded in my mind, making it’s way through my eardrums and of course, completely destroying the last bit of focus that I have inside me. I heaved a huge exasperated sigh that sounded more like a grunt and glanced towards the sky in frustration.“Val! Look, I am trying my best to focus here. Can you at least be quiet?”“....I wouldn’t call it a focus if your thoughts wandered somewhere.”I gasped in surprise.“You&
RICKY’S POV “What the hell…?” I mumbled, reaching out my fingers to the floating sentence in front of me. It was untouchable, judging from my hands that went through the words like waving through air. If this sentence in front of me cannot be touched, then does that mean it was only in my mind? Scratching my hand that was bitten by mosquitoes, I fluttered my eyes several times, trying to make sure I was not hallucinating. The words really appeared in my mind. Soon after that, the words started to fade away—slightly different from the games because it faded like the shadows or your reflection on the surface of the water that wavered because of something touching the surface. I got up from the sofa—still glueing my eyes to the disappearing words—and turned around to the sliding door after the sentence had fully disappeared from my eyes. Still fazed, this hands of mine moved by itself, tugging the metallic door and sliding it close. The same was