Somewhere in the depths of the ever-shifting spirit world, Adam lay unconscious within the crumbling, ancient walls of the Laughing God's temple.
An unknown time had passed since his battle with Felix and the Formless Fog. Time flowed in a mysterious pattern inside this mystical realm. The raven-haired youth could have been resting for a minute, or it could have been years.
His physical injuries looked ghastly, to say the least. His robes—once powerful Grade 3 artifacts—hung in tatters and bathed in blood. Yet, worse than the wounds to his body were the injuries to his mind and soul.
The constant usage of the Eternal Soul Lotus had left scars on his psyche. Never before had he relied on this legendary artifact so heavily… and for good reason. He had once seen a vision of what would happen if he overused the lotus, and that future had been anything but kind to him.
