"It's not that, it's just… the idea I have might be so crazy and dangerous that even thinking it could be a risk," he admitted.
He didn't know how to properly express his thoughts, but he knew one thing: if what he suspected was true—if the location of the monsters was hidden in plain sight, woven into the very fabric of the spirit world—then it was best to keep this knowledge close to his chest until he could strike with absolute certainty.
"Do as you see fit," she shrugged, choosing not to push. She had her own secrets to keep, after all. "Now that we have finished dissecting the origin of Mystic Arts and the nature of the monsters, what do you plan to do about the ones currently orchestrating the destruction of your world? The puppets still pulling the strings on this continent?"
