Ethan had just used an incredible attack, one that a C Rank definitely shouldn't have been capable of using. And yet nobody was asking him about it, and they were all still reeling from the mental torment they had just experienced. He was no different, with everything he had suppressed momentarily returning to him all at once.
He sat down on a stone ruin, his shattered arm resting limply beside him, throbbing with every heartbeat. Yet strangely, despite the pain and extreme fatigue, he felt lighter than he had in a very long time.
His thoughts drifted back to the illusion.
Back to that damned prison that was filled with hatred, violence, and loneliness.
It had felt like he'd spent months trapped there again, forcing him to become the person he'd fought so hard to leave behind, which was the only way to survive in that place.
Either get killed or survive by losing your sanity.
