Ronald didn't even bother to grab a chair from the side.
As this thought surged in his mind, his expression returned to a calm like water, then he crossed his legs and slowly sat on the ground.
"…"
"I haven't formally faced this all along."
The artificial godhead was put back into the iron box, placed to Ronald's left front, his right hand empty, even the mark of the original text didn't manifest.
Ronald's gaze at this moment was forward, the black underground space staining his pupils like the night. Yet what he truly saw was not this darkness, but his inner self.
Artificial godhead.
Such temptation laid before him, to say he had no thoughts would be impossible.
But as Ronald introspected himself, it was as if nothing lay in front of him.
Instead, Katherine's warning before departure emerged in his mind.
This journey—holds significant danger to himself.
This crisis.
