"Entrod..."
"Here, at the Torrential Court, have I really returned?"
After several days, it was still night in Entrod.
A figure emerged from the gray vortex of the Mirroring Dream, looking around in disbelief.
That figure was naturally Edward.
Luduo, who had been in charge for the past few years, had indeed envisioned returning to this world, but he never treated the idea as a reality that would genuinely occur.
But now,
Edward was back, standing firmly on the land he had left years ago, a place he had lost hope of ever seeing again.
Swoosh—
As Edward looked around, the Mirroring Dream behind him stirred once more.
Turning around, he saw a disoriented Torrex emerging, the Caster who lost his balance and fell to the ground.
"Careful!"
Edward instinctively stepped forward to support Torrex.
But he soon shook his head with a wry smile, "Ah, it seems returning doesn't change anything…"
Torrex was in dire condition.
The effects of the Nameless Sea on humans were permanent.
