In what seemed like just a few steps, Morando flickered and vanished into thin air.
But her words had unleashed a thunderous avalanche in Chaisi's mind: countless thoughts, worries, anxieties, guilt... and a deluge of fragmented memories that resurfaced for no clear reason.
For a brief moment, he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move a muscle, like a victim buried under a massive avalanche.
'Did that person go after the Kai Family just because I found Westley's Illusion? If I hadn't found it, would Uncle Kai be safe?'
'Is this a coincidence? For a dead man, why does Westley's name keep coming up over and over?'
'Why would Morando go to such lengths for that person, even making an enemy of me?'
'…Is Uncle Kai still alive?'
'How am I going to get out of here?'
Chaisi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
