'A bit further up.'
Thales calmly bade farewell to the Knight of Judgment's axe as it disappeared together with the corridor right before his eyes.
He started to slowly rise again, as if he had lost his gravity. But this time, the prince struggled to keep his mind intact in the space where the flow of time was unknown.
He tried to recall his anchor point, to stay true to himself according to the lesson he had learned.
'I just need to go a little further. There's no need to knock on the Door.' He tried his best to remain composed as he said this in his heart.
Countless scenes flashed in his mind. He saw the broken walls in the Abandoned House, the simple scullery in Sunset Pub, the wide balcony in the Hall of Stars, the flying snow in the birch tree forest, the many fireplaces in Heroic Spirit Palace...
He left the Prison of Bones, he even left Blade Fangs Camp. The further away he was from Zakriel, the better.
'Further away!'
