He was greeted by a severe headache when he returned to the real world. Those shadowy figures on the horizon couldn't be people he recognized, but he couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity in his chest.
'That's right.'
Their presence meant nothing, but they meant everything at the same time. That very feeling of familiarity was what reminded him of what he had forgotten.
'The 30th Floor. I was meant to receive a clue there according to Mireiya. Well…the trial is over, and a mere feeling of familiarity cannot be called a clue.'
He could only accept that the power of prophecy was not absolute.
'Prophets are able to see a myriad of different possible futures, but even the best of them cannot see which future will occur. Perhaps there was a way to find the clue in the Empire, but I did not discover it.'
"Haa…"
