"But..."
"No buts. Don't forget your current identity." Evans sneered coldly. The collar around Chachi's neck suddenly tightened, eliciting a scream of agony from him.
Boom!
Evans shifted his body, crashing into a metal contraption flying beside him, splitting it into two. He let out a scornful laugh, "Technology is nothing remarkable."
"But it doesn't matter. In a world like this, there's no hope no matter which path you choose."
Chachi had completely given up. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain within his body. Though this was a low-energy world, if Evans continued to act recklessly like this...
He would undoubtedly pay the price.
...
At dawn, Henrik woke up early. Ever since Roger had left Kaer Morhen, Henrik hadn't stepped foot outside the castle.
Raising his head, he gazed at the room at the top of the castle. Unknowingly, more than half a year had passed, but there hadn't been any news.
