Horn once again felt the sensation of being possessed by the Holy Tree's seed.
He had no body, no soul, just a wisp of consciousness walking in the darkness.
In front of him was only darkness, boundless darkness.
Unlike last time, at least last time there was a sign of the Holy Tree's seed leaping.
This time, after drinking a glass of warm milk that helps with height, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
Today is Sunday, he can sleep alone.
Horn remembered he was floating in a hazy dream, but suddenly, he seemed to vaguely hear the roar of some beast.
Suddenly, he woke up, and the scene in front of him appeared.
Having had the previous experience, this time he wasn't panicked, but waited silently, waiting.
This time it didn't take long before a blinding giant explosion caught his attention.
Before he could shift his consciousness in that direction, in the next second, his consciousness rapidly transferred.
"Get to the back!"
