"HOW COULD YOU NOT REST ON THIS SPECIAL DAY!"
Drizelous' voice screeched dramatically through the room, sharp and unforgiving, loud enough to make Florian flinch despite himself.
The day had come.
It was the first time Florian would be leaving Diamond Palace for a few days since transmigrating—and for once, it wasn't because he had been kidnapped, dragged, or forced into it.
'I should be relieved,' he thought. 'So why does it feel heavier instead?'
This week was supposed to bring answers.
Why Elara had given him this task. What she truly expected from him. And somehow, in the middle of all that, he also had to figure out how to convince Hendrix to help return the original Florian to this body—
So he could finally go back to his own world.
'Back home.'
The word felt distant. Fragile. Like something he was afraid to touch too closely.
