Thales felt chills in his heart after he heard what the other person said.
"Get ready."
The stranger approached Thales and slowly extended his right hand.
Thales subconsciously stepped back, but in the end, stopped and gritted his teeth.
'I can't be afraid.
'I need to…
'Need to…'
The dense fog in the proximal world grew increasingly thin, and in just a short while, it became pitch-dark.
The stranger's hand touched Thales' face. It was cold.
"Be careful.
"Even if you feel that you have controlled it…"
Thales stared at him. He realized that he had become weightless, as though the ground had disappeared.
Then, he started feel himself fall again.
'Here it comes,' Thales thought silently as he suppressed his nervousness and tried to control his slightly-trembling limbs.
"Even if you feel that you are doing the right thing…
