The Returning Moral

A little farther away.

Tales calmly watched the Execution Knight's axe blade disappear from sight, along with the dim corridor.

He was slowly rising again.

As if he had lost all sense of gravity.

But this time, the Prince barely maintained his sanity in the void where time had no meaning.

He desperately recalled his anchor and, following his teachings, guarded himself.

I only need to go a little farther away.

I don't need to... knock.

He desperately tried to remain calm as he thought.

Countless scenes flashed through his mind: the ruins in the Ruined House, the crude kitchen of the Sunset Tavern, the magnificent terrace of the Hall of Stars, snowflakes swirling through the Birch Forest, the rows of hearth fires in the Palace of Heroes...

Leave Bone Prison, and even leave Bladefang Camp. The farther he got from Sakrael, the better.

Farther away!

But just as he thought this, a strange burning sensation surged from his back!

As if someone had set his back on fire!

Tales's expression changed.

Something was wrong.

At that moment, he instantly broke free of "Loss of Control"!

Like waking from a beautiful dream.

His indifferent attitude toward everything vanished, and astonishment flooded his mind.

No...

Within a fraction of a second, the burning sensation grew stronger and stronger.

It spread from his back throughout his body, slowly evolving into a sensation of tearing and slicing.

In that instant, Tales couldn't help contorting his face and crying out in pain!

This long-lost yet familiar feeling...

Could it be...

Damn it.

He remembered something, and his heart went cold.

Still suffering through the burning and tearing, Tales suddenly felt his whole body grow heavy. The next second, he slammed hard into the ground!

"Bang!"

Amid the muffled crash, Tales had no time to