Ibaan walked to the base of the colossal wall and picked up the Utopian's Duke—only to drop it right away, then pick it up again.
How absurd, right?
"Huh?"
His brows furrowed. Something felt off in the way he moved—like his motions lagged for a split second. At the same time, his body felt more real than it ever had since he arrived in the realm of the dead eye of the fallen, long before meeting those filthy creatures.
He could feel his body clearly—the weight, the touch, the sense of being here.
It felt as if his real body had somehow reached this place through a path that should not even exist.
He couldn't understand what was happening at all.
A quiet thought passed through his mind, and it sent a chill crawling down his spine.
Had his real body truly come here when he almost died at the hands of those foul creatures?
He wasn't fully right, but he wasn't wrong either—or so he believed.
