The mist was now everywhere, dense and icy cold.
Seiji was greatly fatigued both physically and mentally as he forced himself to trudge onward.
Although he could previously hear some sounds, he was uncertain if he was heading in the right direction with how the environment was now. He could only numbly continue trudging forward.
And then, he saw a figure standing before him.
This person wore rather tattered samurai garb, and he was also missing his left hand. He seemed to be looking off into the distance.
He was Shigure Tendo.
However, it was also impossible for this person to be Shigure Tendo, for Shigure's consciousness was still in the dream world, reading Seiji's light novel.
"Who are you?" Seiji asked.
The youth slowly turned around. His handsome face had a downcast expression, but there was also a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Harano… why couldn't you have died?" he spoke in an icy tone.
