Xane felt the cold floor beneath him.
As he opened his eyes, he saw the metal ceiling filled with white scribbles.
He stared at those lines for a moment when he remembered the first incident and rolled onto his stomach.
To avoid looking at those lines, he just focused on the clear floor. Right now, he just did not want to think about the disaster of the projection plane.
He rubbed his head as he felt a poking pain on the side of his head.
It was like someone was squeezing his head from both sides. Not only that, he also felt mentally drained, as if someone had sapped all his energy.
Just then, he heard footsteps. He turned his head and saw Xenor walking toward him with a wide grin.
Xane pushed himself to sit up while massaging his head to ease the pain.
Xenor asked in a serious tone, "Did you succeed?"
Xane looked up and shook his head. "I did not find any suitable world, sir."
