Abyss Prison.
At the moment he realized what had exploded in his mind, Isaiah's breath hitched.
He clearly saw the reflection of his own face in the mirror, showing fear and helplessness—expressions that had never appeared on his face in decades.
Because he knew what that meant.
But why did he have such a crazy idea? At that moment, it was as if something had possessed him.
Isaiah suddenly stood up, forcing himself to stand straight, allowing his previously stagnant breath to become smooth again.
"I must be going mad," he sighed softly, "I need to rest."
He turned around, preparing to return to his room.
Yet Isaiah didn't understand why, despite the room being so close, his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move no matter what.
At the same time, he clearly felt his breath grow heavy again, as if his entire body was being pressed down by some enormous creature.
And that enormous creature was merely a thought.
Abyss Prison.
