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In the City of Wandering, on the road ahead, Lyle's outwardly calm appearance belied an inner turmoil of argument.
"Tell me you are capable of handling the Mechanical Devine Sect's mission, even though we have no information right now. Ominous, being headstrong and brave is not my style—didn't you hear what Delusion said before? We cannot fail this mission; we are simply suitable candidates, and even he can't guarantee our complete competence. Why don't we take some more time to think it over?"
Deep within his heart, Lyle felt like a bottle, with black sludge creeping and climbing up its inner walls, bringing a true chill into his somewhat agitated mind.
Ominous was like a fog that enshrouded him.
"Are you blaming me?" the strange tone carried no anger, as if an elder teasing a child, "I merely made the choice that lies deep within your heart."
