Theron stared for a long while, trying to pick out what was so different. Why did it feel so existential, and yet like nothing at all would happen?
Even after standing there for a long while, it was like nothing at all had happened.
'Something is wrong. But… I don't know what it is…'
Without a choice, Theron turned away. His intuition was practically screaming at him, telling him that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do to change it.
There was only one thing he was hoping… and that was that this world would hold up until he completed his revenge. That was what mattered most. The only thing that mattered.
This time, Theron didn't try to resonate with this Magic Circle again, nor did he try to find out more about the Bloomstones through meaningless trial and error. He went right to the line of books, picked up the first one, and began to read.
