"Kekeke…"
A female laugh, sharp and venomous, slithered into his mind without warning.
Quinlan froze instantly. A shiver rippled through his core from within. It did not come from the battlefield itself; he was not under attack by the Fujimori. No… It was something else.
His soul convulsed.
The serene balance he had cultivated inside him, the realm that should've been unshakable, suddenly twisted as if it had been struck by a violent earthquake.
A shrill voice rang out, faint and distorted, as if coming through a closed window.
"S-scary Uncle! I-I'm scared!"
Mimi.
The little blue dryad girl. The so-called guardian Rosie had once claimed to protect his soul realm while she herself protected his home.
Until now, Mimi had kept to herself, peeking shyly at him but never daring to speak, especially not when neither Serika nor Rosie were present. She had always treated him as a frightening man she had to tiptoe around.
