Glittering Water…
This name seemed to have fished out some memories from the deep recess of his brain.
Garen only felt immense pain in his head as image after image kept flashing in his mind.
These scenarios seemed far and blurry, like they weren’t actually his memories.
"The Nine-Headed Dragon’s genetic message…" He walked to the plum bush nearby and placed himself down.
The Nine-Headed Dragon’s memories occasionally affected Garen, but they were much better compared to before, reduced to some occasional headaches.
Garen reached out to touch the ice-cold stone table. The cold tabletop was smooth to the touch, its tough body gave Garen a firm sensation that he was touching something real.
After some time, the pain gradually subsided.
Garen put down his hand, and took a deep breath.