Glued on Golden Cicada's execution of the Genesis Palm, Harun didn't pay much attention to the following events. More precisely, as he'd already guessed that the Holy One and her partner were likely a pair of Golden Nymphs awaiting reunification, he'd seen all this coming.
Granted, the news carried disturbing implications on his existence, Harun didn't care. On the contrary, the more time he spent in this illusory world, the less sensible he became of his surroundings. It was almost as if someone, something pulled at his emotional spectrum, making it less diverse. "Odd. Am I becoming a simpler lifeform? Did I fail?" Harun asked himself, thereby questioning his Unyielding Tribulation's results.
