"It seems you felt the weight of that Threshold Name,"
Ashida looked thoughtfully at the heavily panting Thales,
"Especially when the one calling it is a Mana Master, and moreover, at close range."
Thales wiped the sweat from his forehead and clenched his teeth.
That feeling just now... what was it?
Ashida let out a light snort, regaining his usual grace,
"Don't worry, he's been sealed and cannot respond properly."
Otherwise, they wouldn't be sitting here safely.
Thales let out a breath and stared intently out of the window.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and beyond the castle lay darkness, broken only by the occasional calls of birds and beasts in the distance.
The atmosphere grew somewhat cold and dreary, dragging down the young man's mood along with it.
"What is that feeling?"
The tone of Thales held an ethereal quality he himself could not detect,
"When you, as a Mana Master, are sealed by the Legendary Anti-Demon Armament?"
Ashida fell silent.
