"One step... before the first turning point arrived," Audrey narrated, believing that everything had truly begun from that moment.
Just as Frey and Agaroth were on the verge of succeeding, the two of them were interrupted.
It was one of the quiet nights within the Land of Survival.
Frey and Agaroth were still carrying out their suicidal plan, with Frey assaulting him using an immense amount of aether.
Then Frey suddenly stopped.
A terrifying pressure descended from nowhere, freezing him where he stood.
Agaroth fared even worse.
He could barely remain conscious.
"I see you are still running from reality, hiding inside your little world... Frey."
Her cold voice sent a shiver down Frey's spine.
He slowly turned toward her.
"Mother..."
His voice was faint as he stared at the First Writer.
Clea's presence was overwhelmingly heavy.
She was a woman Frey loved deeply.
And feared just as much.
"Why are you here?"
