章節 113: Sleep

With horror on his face, Eiro watched as the flaming portal made of bones, flesh, and blood disappeared by simply crumbling to dust. It seemed as if it simply collapsed onto itself, disappearing without a trace but a specific unfamiliar smell that Eiro couldn't really place anywhere right now.

But either way, Eiro was still terrified beyond anything he had experienced in the last few years. Slowly, Eiro got up with shaking legs, the singing pain in his body that he momentarily felt before gone, albeit replaced with the feeling of some object in his chest. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable.

"Is this the mark..? Or that Foreign mana?" Eiro muttered quietly, and then simply stumbled forward. Everything that he had constructed with his magic just now was still there, at least to an extent. Enough to let him get over, that was for sure.