On the flagship of the Silver Storm Sparrows
Bryant had cooped himself up in his cabin ever since he returned.
There was something wrong with him as if everything in his body had all been used up. He simply leaned motionless against the edge of the bed in his cabin.
A while later, he took out his magical notebook for a read, which he would usually do to regain his composure.
However, this time, it seemed to not work on him as before.
As he stared at his notes, the only thing that popped up in his mind was the scene back on the rooftop. He could not stop thinking about the face of the young Magician, his words, his every action.
After a long while, he exhaled. "That year when I had just reached Legendary, I exuded the same vigor as he did, but it all ended when I met Fiona..."
