Hearing Lambert's response, Louis quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Last time, he slept for ten days straight. This time… perhaps that purple fog was much weaker than the crimson red, and with the platinum galaxy standing beside the red mist, he didn't fall into a deeper slumber.
Louis nodded, his tone understated: "Maybe I've been too tired lately... The underground rumbling disturbed me, and everything went black, just fell over."
Lambert nodded but wasn't truly at ease.
This was the second time. The last was during the ultimate battle against the Barbarian Race.
Louis looked up and saw the unease in Lambert's eyes.
He slightly smiled, his tone calm: "Rest assured, compared to last time, this doesn't even count as a faint. Just too tired."
Lambert remained silent for a moment, whispering: "I am still worried."
"I understand." Louis shook his head and shifted the topic, "How's the situation? How's the aftermath handling?"
