""...""
Confusion lingered in my chest like an itch I couldn't scratch. My mind felt... unsteady. I wasn't used to that.
I moved on instinct, heading toward the nearest hotel Nowhere door. My footsteps were steady, calculated—habitual.
""A true pathfinder looks for no path, and no path leads to Nowhere""
I didn't process much else, not until I stepped through and the familiar sight of the reception lobby came into view.
""Phew~""
The sound left me before I even realized it. A slow exhale, quiet but shaky, as if my lungs had only now remembered to breathe.
Only then did I realize—
I had been holding my breath.
((I feel like I've aged a decade just in this week))
I thought, the wear and tear of continous missions beginning to pile on me both mentally and physically.
""That should be the last one, right?""
