"What's wrong, still feeling uneasy?"
John had remained silent throughout the journey, prompting Elaria to ask curiously, "Are you worried about us?"
"Well... a bit, I guess I've developed a habitual way of thinking."
John exhaled deeply, gazing into the distance at the half-destroyed Mine No. 3. An inexplicable sense of irritation welled up inside him.
This feeling came without reason, leaving John himself unsure of what was bothering him.
His expression grew more rigid, making it difficult for him to blend in with the others.
Noticing John's odd behavior, Exiled Immortal quickly caught up to him and gently patted his shoulder.
"John, ever since you returned from the underworld, I've sensed something off about you. What exactly happened? Tell us about it. Talking it out might help you feel a bit better."
"What happened... where should I begin? So many things happened, it's like my worldview was trampled on."
