The team gathered around Mikhail with worried faces as he slowly pushed himself back to his feet.
His breathing was still a little uneven, but he forced himself to look calm.
"I'm okay," he repeated, brushing dust off his clothes. "I just need a few minutes to gather my thoughts."
Stella quickly asked, "Should I heal you?"
"No." Mikhail shook his head. "Just give me some space."
The others nodded, moving away from him. Mikhail walked toward the edge and sat down quietly.
Methew walked toward him, jumped onto his shoulder, and licked his face.
The sudden approach made Mikhail calm down a lot.
Taking in deep breaths, he glanced at his finger, which had returned to normal.
'The Mirror of the True Self…'
Mikhail suddenly remembered the name of the artifact.
From what he understood, the vision he 'saw' was the history of this place.
How the elves had lived in this place and how they were then invaded.
'Outer God…'
Mikhail thought again, but this time he felt more uneasy.
