Garry was in a panic.
Although he couldn't fully understand what these important figures were discussing, he listened very carefully when it came to himself.
He knew he had died, but not completely.
He had been injured, and his memory sustained damage. Even if it recovered, that part of his memory could never be restored.
—Strange, where did I lose my memory? I clearly remember, I...
His thoughts suddenly stalled, and a hint of confusion appeared in Garry's eyes.
Who had killed me?
What did we do after going to Nibra City?
Damn, I clearly remember...
No, I don't remember...
He was like a drowning man, desperately grasping at a barely discernible lifeline, unable to catch hold of it.
A feeling more terrifying than the threat of death spread throughout his body.
It felt as if icy, slippery tentacles were dragging him into a pitch-black mire...
He couldn't see his originally pure body rapidly becoming muddled, and it continued to spread...
"Stop overthinking,"
