"I… How should I go from here?"
Garen held the intense pain in his head as he stumbled toward the door. He gently pushed a button.
It was a button that reminded the people outside that he had finished watching.
There was no sound at first, but soon, soft footsteps could be heard outside.
Crack.
The door opened.
"Your Excellency, are you alright?" A young silver-haired lady in a white robe stared at Garen with a slightly stunned expression. The instant she opened the door, she was shocked by Garen's appearance. Blood trickled down his nostrils and had splattered everywhere. He looked extremely miserable.
"I'm alright, I just need a rest and I'll be fine," Garen waved her off.
What he was most concerned with now was what kind of substance that was flowing out of the moving black hole in his brain.
Instinctively, he had a feeling that those black hole 气息 were of no harm to him.