Break!
At the command,
Hundreds of players surged into action.
Broker remained seated and did not follow the group. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Boer, who stood frozen in place.
"Right."
"I forgot to return the most important thing to you."
Broker lightly slapped his forehead, pulled out a glass sphere from his clothes, and tossed it directly at Boer.
Boer tried to Dodge.
But at that moment, he had no ability to Dodge at all.
The glass sphere struck him just like that.
It did not bounce away. Instead, it melted into Boer's body.
Memories!
Like a raging tide, memories crashed violently into Boer!
"Ahhh!"
With a miserable scream, Boer fell to his knees.
Aetandin!
He saw Aetandin once again!
He saw the descending Witch!
He saw the ruined Aitandinburg!
He saw Plague ravaging the Northern Continent!
Death!
Endless death!
No one could avoid it!
Including him!
In fact, he had suffered the most.
Because the Witch had Cut him apart bit by bit.
His body and soul alike.
The power extracted from him had merged into the Witch's body, becoming her strength.
Am I... already dead?
Boer muttered under his breath.
All the things that had always felt wrong to him were thoroughly explained at that moment.
So he had died long ago.
The current him was merely the resurrected him.
No!
He was only someone who possessed a set of "memories whose truth he did not know."
Boer fell silent.
However, he quickly thought of something.
2567!
2567 was still there!
The Witch would appear there too!
2567 was in danger!
Thinking of this, Boer forced himself to stand and backed away step by step.
The restraining force had vanished, but facing Broker, he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest.
It was