Stray

The blue sky overhead was like leaves gnawed by insects, slowly shrinking in the rustling sound. The original warm and simple house gradually blurred, and then drifted away, revealing the cold, mysterious piles of corpses behind it.

This time Oliver didn’t attack directly. Nemo was able to distinguish the small difference.

The human was trying to absorb his power, moving cautiously and lightly. It was comparable to grabbing a sharp blade than a rusty knife that roughly poked into the flesh. The cool touch licked the skin causing blood to seep before the pain came.

Even if Oliver was careful, the balance of power that had been maintained for a long time at the bottom of the Abyss was still broken, which directly affected the stability of the long-term illusions. As for Nemo himself, he only felt a little unwell at the moment, and the pain was negligible.

Nemo didn’t rush to repair the Roadside Town illusion.

He went back to the library in the center of the illusion and sat back to where he was. He rubbed his forehead and put his elbows on the wooden table, raised his slightly drowsy head with his right hand, and continued to look calmly outside the door.

The illusion collapsed faster and faster, and the darkness was drawing nearer.

Is this an attempt or is Oliver drawing a conclusion? Nemo’s left finger poked at the false light spot gently swaying on the desk and thought casually.

At least Oliver Ramon didn’t choose to rush down to inquire. Nemo didn’t know whether to feel regretful or relieved. The human he loved wasn’t stunned by it and abandoned their promise.