Mitra stood rooted to the spot in shock.
He had thought he already understood what Lord Manta was planning.
He had even deeply resented the Manta Tribe for forcing his old friend to make such a harsh choice.
But understanding his friend’s suffering in his head and witnessing that suffering writhe before his own eyes were entirely different matters.
“Pirik, kiiii…….”
The cry of the young Manta finally brought him back to his senses.
Looking down, he saw the poor little thing restlessly feeling along the transparent spherical wall.
The talisman barrier.
A useful item that, whenever desired, could [isolate] its user from all manner of external environments.
The reason they had remained unharmed even beneath the pulverized columnar joints was entirely thanks to this talisman.
Lord Manta had rammed the cliff where they had gathered again and again with all her strength.
“Right. I’ll let you out now. It seems everything is over.”
When Mitra released the talisman, the young Manta quickly moved its fins and fled out of the barrier.
But then—
[Would it not have been better if you had used that function from the beginning?]
At the familiar thought suddenly reaching him, Mitra flinched and turned his head.
[If you had, then at the very least, you would not have had your identity exposed…