He was startled yet he was relieved that he was not feeling any pain.
In a blink of an eye after losing vision, he suddenly appeared in a dreamlike space.
He wondered, "Is this my subconscious or is this my growth of fire?"
Luceethe was standing in a puddle, he felt nothing extraordinary. Yet his reflection in the puddle, in the world of the upside-down, was a broken doll that looked like him. It is as if all this while he has been trying to achieve this very thing, to separate the good parts of him from breaking.
Reaching another level of his growth of fire was not a goal for him before. He knows that it will be useless effort and won't be worth his time. He is a mere baron's son who will surely just become a mere servant of other nobles.
There is no good future for them but still he wished for a better life.
"Please let me rank up so I can get to see my siblings."
