"How are you feeling?" Sherry asked.
"I feel better than yesterday," Thirteen replied.
He did feel better, but his body was still as heavy as lead.
It seemed that he had truly overworked himself in his most recent project.
Truth be told, his body had constantly been in an overworked state ever since he arrived at the Cygni Continent.
Whenever he was 'free,' he sometimes visited the Domain of the Apocalypse and tinkered with a few things, just like Prince Xylen's power suit and the Beetle Cannon the Prince had used to fight against Giga.
He thought he was properly pacing himself, but based on his current situation, he had miscalculated by creating four mythical-ranked rings.
And all because of one particular dream, where he had been forced to choose whom he must save among his three lovers.
If such a situation were to become a reality, Thirteen had no intention of choosing or forsaking those close to him.
