Chapter 137: The Berserker Witch (1)
“Uhh…” Karlstein’s eyes fluttered open to a searing pain coursing through his body. He shook his head to clear his mind. His sluggish limbs, heavy as if waking from a deep sleep, slowly stirred with a flicker of energy.
As his senses slowly returned, he propped himself up to take in the surroundings. Empty, lifeless desolation welcomed him.
“What the…”
Just moments ago, he had been having a normal conversation…
Karlstein struggled to piece the events together.
Right…
He had been investigating the Sephiroth stronghold in World when he touched the illusion of a tree masking their hideout. And then—only his consciousness had been whisked away somewhere. There, he’d spoken with someone.
“Mm.”
Images flickered in his mind: A colossal white tree. A white bird.