Stray

Different.

Oliver’s eyes were firmly locked on the phantom in front of him.

If the one on the opposite side was the “Nemo” he knew, he would definitely not be able to suppress the boiling feelings at this moment. The Nemo Light he was familiar with wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, and even being “expressionless” he had to rely on the sandpoint plums for help.

This thought flashed through his mind, but in the next second, Oliver dismissed it.

Today’s self wasn’t much different from the Nemo in front of him.

Oliver pursed his mouth and moved a few steps forward. The Rest in Peace in his left hand wasn’t lowered, and the tip of the sword still pointed upwards vigilantly.

At this moment, the two of them were only one step away from each other.

Restlessness, panic, anxiety, as well as eagerness, desire, and longing. All kinds of turbulent feelings were forcibly pressed into his heart, and at first glance, the two of them were even calm.

Like the calm before the storm.