7:40 AM, Jyorta exited the Red Building, walking on the grass covering the ground as he took in a deep breath, the aroma lingering in the air invigorated him. His mind cleared up, allowing him to sense faint changes in his body.
The walking posture he took was slightly odd, as if he was a person of a thinner but taller stature. Moreover, he leaned to the back a bit more than necessary while walking, something that didn't conform to his style.
'Is it because of the Crimson Desert's influence on me?' Jyorta thought in worry for a second. But, the moment he thought about his gains from it, a sense of excitement crept up, making him wish he could breakdance then and there.
There wasn't any massive surge of memories that burdened him; it was like the memories existed in his brain already, as if he had learnt and experienced them long ago.
The moment he thought concerning it, the related memories would pop up instantly, just like recalling any other memory.
