Within the elegant and luxurious banquet hall, a boy moved as if his body had memorized every step through sheer repetition.
He entered the venue… took a few drinks… and then fought the invading elves without making a single wrong move. Everything was flawless and mechanical.
He was Rael Von Ashborn, the so-called Arcane Trickster and the one who was supposed to always have a way out and yet… Even he was starting to feel anxious and hopeless now.
Why can't I understand the pattern?
It was already his fiftieth loop in the same nightmare, watching the same scenes unfold and trying and failing to find a way to inject those dangerous memories into the Mind Harvester and end it.
He knew only a few hours must have passed in the outside world and to anyone else, that would have been comforting but to him… it was maddening because while the world barely moved forward, he was trapped inside this disorienting chamber of suffering, burning through his sanity loop after loop.
