His lips parted slightly.
Wait.
Why...
Can't sister grow up?
A searing pain engulfed Hesintos' mind.
The flames from the boundary fell from the sky, about to cover everything, leaving no memory of his sister.
At the same time, Hesintos stood motionless in reality, his pupils unfocused, and was hit directly in the head by Sigrid's heavy punch.
With the sound of a skull cracking and intense pain, Hesintos' gaze focused again, waking from the dream.
He rolled several times on the ground, clutching his throbbing head, bleeding from his seven openings, desperately healing.
Though he wasn't killed, being hit in the vital spot with a full-force blow from the Bishop of Hegemony, if hit a few more times, even he might have his head explode and die on the spot.
At this moment, he finally understood how deadly the spell cast by the White Robed Pope earlier was.
It was a beautiful dream that could never be realized.
"You actually... dare to manipulate my memory!"
