Why?
Why is my dog here?
In an instant, a sliver of confusion surfaced in her heart.
It all seemed like a dream, somewhat unreal.
Clearly so weak, clearly just a First Rank, without even the ability to fight...
But why?
Why would this guy inexplicably stand in front of her?
Then, under her dazed gaze, the young man resolutely grasped the Wish Jar's trait core.
Ah.
This must be a dream.
After all, she had always been very clear, and had indeed experienced so many painful memories.
No one ever came to rescue her.
That was a hope that only appeared in dreams.
After absorbing too many Sealed Object trait cores, Ivyst now felt utterly weak, her consciousness groggy, somewhat unsure of reality and illusion.
But in the next second, the repressed pain and moans coming deep from the young man's throat pierced deeply into her heart like needles.
No, that's not right.
This isn't a dream.
Her pupils dilated slightly.
