"What on earth is going on...?"
The time is nine at night. Gongsun Ce sits alone on the bed, his fingers trembling with fear.
On his bed lies a golden cup, the blood poison in the Contaminated Holy Grail reflecting his anxious expression. The clock in the room ticks away, the monotonous sound echoing, click, click. Gongsun Ce swallows his saliva, realizing his breathing is incredibly heavy.
Why has he fallen into such a state?
Gongsun Ce forces himself to calm down, slowly recalling his actions over the past half-day in his mind. Everything was normal initially; around noon, news from Kardesia mentioned the next destination was the "Blade Rain State," and so the Dawn Star adjusted its course; in the afternoon, he focused on improving the appearance and details of the prostheses in preparation for the next development of skills, and in the evening, he had the chance to start thinking about how to use Symbolic Skill to repair the Contaminated Holy Grail...
