Frost country, underground ruins.
Thorn suddenly woke up from her nightmare. The pain pierced her brain, as if someone had torn her head apart from the middle.
In fact, Thorn’s head had already been hit twice by an axe in the nightmare.
“Your vitals are abnormal.”
A distorted noise sounded in thorn’s ears. She immediately stood up and looked around.
There was no corridor or bathroom. This was the first time Thorn felt that the ruins around her were so old and broken. It was enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end. It was so... reassuring.
She sat down on the ground and breathed in the fresh air loudly. Her mother had someone push the wheelchair to thorn and the priest.
The priest was still unconscious. She could only focus her gaze on Thorn.
“What happened in the space of consciousness? The Heart Lock’s Crystal Core almost went berserk.”
“Monster.”
