"It's not your fault, Ren."
My mother's words echoed in my mind as I surveyed my surroundings. I had returned to Ashton City, and I wasn't alone.
All those who had been in the tower with me were also brought out, along with others.
"Ren, it's not—"
My mother began to say once more. As if I hadn't heard her the first time.
"I know."
I interrupted her, my mind numb and thoughts scattered.
Despite everything that had happened, I remained rational and surprisingly calm, unlike what I expected.
Everything became clear to me: what I had to do and what I had to achieve.
"I know it's not my fault."
I said calmly, looking at my mother. From behind her, I glanced at Nola, who averted her gaze from me. I could tell that she was no longer mad at me and had calmed down considerably.
Still, in light of what happened, the mood between the two of us was rather awkward, and she seemed to be struggling to find the right words to say to me.
