Day after day, night after night, Maximilian felt as if his actions were beginning to be automated.
Everything was easy, and regardless of the difficulty, he would only neutrally react before subduing the problem head-on.
The only genuine event that he could rely on was the interaction with children, but even the words in his mouth began to change.
It was something that he wouldn't say.
Something that the cold-blooded businessman would never think of saying.
Could it be that he had changed over time? Or could it be just that he was beginning to be washed away by the flowing time and fate of this life, regenerating the natural flow of everything?
Everything was beginning to overwhelm him once again.
One by one. Inch by inch, the darkness crawled up to his eyes.
Covering the entirety of his existence.
[——!!]
But just as he thought that the pitch darkness of the unknown force took over his consciousness, he was able to snap back.
