[Blade of his majesty the King?]
[Ah... I guess he's a knight or something.]
Berkha mused and placed his hand on his sore neck that was almost severed by the attack just now.
[I can't believe I had to experience that again...]
[The suffocating feeling of not being able to move my body as I want to.]
*crack*,*crack*.
He readjusted his neck muscles.
[Seriously though... Why can't I sense him?]
[He's in my Mana Dome... My world...]
[So how come?]
He narrowed his eyes at Atticus, not once had he been unable to detect anything that was within his Mana Dome.
From the grains of sand to the insects squirming underground and the tree leaves dancing to the tune of the wind where his eyes could not reach.
[This is my world... How are you existing within it without me knowing?...]
[...]
He continued to rack his brains for an answer.
[!!]
