Ron lay on the shattered ground unable to move properly, his entire body screaming in pain. Through the strange thermal perception he had awakened, he could sense Ul standing directly in front of him while holding Ron's own black spear. The sharp tip slowly aligned itself toward his throat.
Death was right there.
Ron tried forcing his body to move, but his muscles barely responded.
I have to get up… I have to dodge…
But another thought entered his mind.
Why is this happening…?
What went wrong with mine and Lia's life…?
Through the burning outlines of his thermal vision, he sensed Ul thrust the spear downward.
Damn it…!
Then—
A familiar voice echoed calmly inside his head.
Let me help you a bit, kid…
The next moment, Ron suddenly sensed Ul was no longer standing in front of him.
He was behind him now.
Ron became confused instantly.
What happened…?
How am I here…?
He tried moving his body but quickly realized something strange—
He couldn't control it anymore.
