Toros Mill

Toros Mill

Hearing the other party's words, Tales suddenly tensed.

"Get ready."

The stranger came before Tales and slowly extended his right hand.

Tales instinctively took a step back, but ultimately stopped, gritted his teeth, and stood firm.

I can't be afraid.

I must...

Must...

The dense fog within the Threshold grew thinner and thinner, sweeping away the darkness and gloom from before.

The stranger's hand touched Tales's face, bringing with it a chill.

"Be careful."

"Even if you think you've already brought it under control..."

Tales stared blankly at him, first becoming aware of weightlessness.

As if the ground had suddenly vanished.

Then he felt it again: he had begun to fall.

It's here.

Tales forcibly suppressed his tension, controlled his slightly trembling limbs, and spoke inwardly.

"Even if you think you're doing the right thing..."

"Even if you think that, in your hands, the power of a Magic User will become a righteous sword..."

The stranger remained mysteriously still before him, caressing his face without moving an inch.

As if he had no physical form.

Meanwhile, the light around them began to flow. The scene changed from a faint, indistinct image into a rapidly shifting blur.

"You still can't let your guard down."

"Sometimes, the means you resort to for a noble purpose will unknowingly turn the tables and take control."

The stranger's words seemed to conceal endless meaning. His mysterious eyes, glowing faintly, were like a solitary lamp on a night road—the only thing Tales could see in this world:

"For example, debate exists to clarify the truth, yet too many people become immersed in the vanity of victory and defeat. Violence exists to protect survival, yet too many people consequently lose themselves in pure, violent impulses."

The sensation of falling grew stronger, while the images around