Chapter 617 - Preserved Spirit
Truth was, Nausica knew what was happening when the strings on her began to break.
She heard the voices of Shan, Shiliew, and Angor. Yet she could not reach out to them. She dared not.
Even if she knew that her friends were there to help, something in her mind convinced her that she could not afford to show any sign of weakness in front of them, or an inner demon would immediately seize control.
She kept her eyes shut. She refused to let her guard down. She did everything she could to resist the biggest crisis she would expect.
Each broken string was like an energy pipe built from a hot iron that sent burning pain directly into her bones and organs until her entire body felt like on fire. The process was not better than going through the worst torment in this world many times.
But Nausica held fast.
The idea of “surrendering” never even appeared in her mind once. She had endured this painful and lonesome darkness for more than a day now. She had absolutely no reason to give up since her friends were here.
Nausica kept her spirit locked inside an unknown land she imagined. In her mind, she had created a bright and elegant road that led toward the path of truth. Any pain and suffering appeared as lava pits and poisonous thorns along this road. She would keep walking forward no matter what was in her way.
Angor looked side to side so that he might find whether Greya brought anyone else. But before he could see Sunders, he felt someone standing right next to him.
“Professor?” Angor called.
He knew it was Sunders because he already caught a glimpse of the man’s gentleman suit as well as the particularly aloof composure.
Sunders glanced at Angor’s group. “Whatever did you do that forced Yorkshire to turn his back on us and teleport away?”
Angor briefly explained how they rescued Nausica from Yorkshire’s prison and how Yorkshire planned to create “containers” to enlarge interlayer sections.
Sunders frowned. By combining the message he received from Greya just now, he more or less had a full picture of the situation now.
He nodded to Angor and looked at the shadow dancing on golden strings not far from them.
“This place will turn into a battlefield soon. Do you want to hide in my Gravity Garden?”