Theron couldn't understand what was going on around him, not fully.
His soul was too weakened and tired right now to even access his Primordial Earth. He actually wasn't even sure if his specialized Water Mana could heal him in this situation because of it.
This was all to say that he wasn't able to use his Third Eye much to scan and understand the world around him. But what he did know better than anything else was that Ayame was crying.
He didn't know what it would take to make a woman like Ayame cry. But he also still hadn't figured out exactly what had been able to make a woman like Ayame scream like she had earlier either.
Theron was just completely in the dark about what was happening, but he grunted nonetheless, trying to get up once more, only to be held down by Ayame—or whatever this was—once again.
"Ayame. Where did you bring me?"
There was still no answer.
'Dammit.'
