Overwhelmed by crushing fatigue, Ulric could feel his vision slowly sinking into darkness. Instead of losing consciousness, however, he felt as if he were falling into a never-ending abyss.
At first, he wasn't concerned, but as time slowly passed, a bit of worry welled up within him. It soon morphed into full-blown panic as he grew exceedingly alert, or at least tried to.
Had he fallen into an illusion or some sort of mind attack?
It was the only feasible conclusion he could come to. But before the thought could fully form, he discarded it instantly.
No, that couldn't be.
He had upgraded his robe multiple times specifically so it could ward off such attacks.
The only being capable of infiltrating his mental defenses would have to be exceedingly strong, perhaps even a B-rank who had honed their craft relentlessly in the art of illusions.
But that didn't make sense.
Why would they target him, especially right now? Was this a hidden accomplice of Artorias'?
