It was crazy. He could clearly remember his shadow needle piercing his heart. He remembered the pain and the freeing feeling afterwards. Yet, he was alive now.
How… How was that even possible?
He remembered the Bizarros tearing him apart and relishing his blood. It was so vivid. So, how did he manage to survive?
Heck, how did he manage to clear the Dungeon and escape? It didn't make any sense. His memories and his reality, they didn't connect.
It made absolutely no sense that he was living and breathing right now according to his memories.
Why? What really happened in that Dungeon?
"Are you there?" A snappy male voice pulled Neo out from his thoughts.
He blinked and saw Armin standing at the foot of the bed, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
"What did you say?" Neo asked, feeling lost.
Armin scowled at him and relaxed his facial muscles after a second, then exhaled through his mouth.
