A terrible heat burned through his whole body.
The shock hitting his back was far beyond anything normal.
At this rate, he could die easily.
No human could endure this.
And he could feel an even bigger wave of energy coming.
If that hit him, he wouldn't just turn into pieces of meat, he might be broken down to atoms.
Ah, right.
He had trapped the Aeon at the very limit, holding it tight and standing right in the center where the magic stones and magic blasts were fired.
He clawed at the invisible "floor," using both hands and feet, dragging himself like a worm to escape.
He knew staying here meant death.
He had made a promise.
He had sworn it with that person.
He had to live and go back.
He couldn't die here.
He struggled with everything he had.
He twisted his body like a caterpillar or a worm and kept fighting, fighting, fighting.
At that moment...
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He could here a voice.
Someone was speaking to him.
Someone was calling him.
