How much time had passed?
Clemens, who had been staggering little by little while standing, soon stumbled and collapsed on the spot, letting out a groan.
“Ugh…….”
His muscles and joints, stiff from not moving for a long time, screamed in protest. Nevertheless, amidst the dull pain, his mind became clearer than ever.
The one who had been controlling Clemens until now suddenly released the mental domination and left abruptly. Even [Sowing], who had taken over his ownership, seemed dissatisfied with something and abandoned him, disappearing somewhere.
Thanks to that, Clemens, who had regained his full senses for the first time in recent memory, stared with hollow eyes for a long while at the remains of the old man that had crumbled away. The traces of a comrade who had once secretly infiltrated the Inquisition, waiting together for the time of the great harvest, laughing and crying.
“Brother…….”
From his parched vocal cords, a cracked voice eventually leaked out.
“The [task] we had devoted ourselves to for so long was, in fact, nothing more than an illusion created by someone…….”
The countless pieces of information he had accepted in a daze until now began to reorganize in his mind, gradually forming clear meanings. And the conclusion drawn…