Folinic shook her head.
Tap, tap.
Knee-high boots trampled through the pool of blood.
It was Specter!
Kal'tsit snapped back to her senses, swaying unsteadily as she nearly fell.
Then a hand caught her.
A very familiar hand.
It was Oute.
Kal'tsit told herself.
This was exactly where they had "logged off" yesterday: a rather medieval-style research facility within the ruins.
In the pool of blood, that pig's heart was still weakly pumping outward.
Everything... was exactly as it had been when they left.
Except for one thing.
Kal'tsit slipped her hand back into her pocket.
Sure enough, there was nothing there.
Because until Oute had pulled her back, Kal'tsit had never checked what exactly had been taken.
Coupled with the previous experiment of bringing in a notebook, Kal'tsit reached a conclusion: the "equipment" one could bring into the Interstice was determined by the subconscious.
She did not know what had been taken, so she did not know what she still had.
That thought caused her to bring nothing in.
"Be careful," Oute said.
Kal'tsit nodded in acknowledgment, but her mind was still lingering on that thought: conversely, since she did not know what had been taken, then everything could still be there.
Or, taking it a step further, as long as she firmly believed she had it...
Oute looked around: Kal'tsit, Specter, W, Skadi, Alina, and himself.
FrostNova had indeed been recruited, but she was not in the "dungeon."
That was hardly surprising.
"My lord!" Specter anxiously pointed at Oute's arm.
The tiny cut he had received before leaving was still bleeding.
Though no one saw it, Oute still raised an eyebrow, eager to give it a try.
Just a little wound. Eat my Fate Reconstruction!
At first, only granulation tissue formed in the wound. But soon, the wildly