Kapitel 82: Hope

Rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration, Veer muttered, "This damned mist!"

It brainwashed him whenever he let his guard down, and even if he was careful, it subtly influenced his mind. It was just a small thing to not realise the oddity, yet it had almost cost him his precious life.

"No! Now is not the time to think about this," Veer cleared his head and held his breath, trying to have as much clarity as possible so he wouldn't forget anything on his part.

As he went through everything again, he tried to find anything strange with the things he experienced. Maybe there was something connecting the Dark Slates with the time loop.

'The wheat is deadly... it cannot burn and it so restores in every loop. But that's to be expected, even the Scarecrows lose their mark I put on them,' Veer looked around him, at the farm field which had haunted him for the last three months.