Meanwhile, as Michael in the original world collected his undead in preparation for leaving the Elven Realm, Michael in the Land of Origin was facing something else.
After checking his body condition a bit more, even inspecting his soul as well to see if there were truly hidden injuries, which took quite some time, Michael finally left the guest room.
He was a little nervous because he wondered what he would say about his inactivity for three days that sounded justifiable.
After finishing his inspection, Michael finally stepped out of the guest room.
The door closed softly behind him.
The hallway beyond was empty.
The place felt too quiet, almost abandoned.
He had already sensed it from inside the room.
Still, that did not stop him from wondering.
Was it that no one thought about him or anything? Didn't anyone come to check up on him or even keep eyes on him?
Something about the silence felt deliberate.
