"It'll be too late by then! He… Shen Xinghui is so fragile, and he knows nothing about this world. If he's left defenseless, someone with ill intentions could take him away! He—!"
"Calm yourself!"
How could he possibly calm down?
Ignatius pleaded desperately.
His body could barely move, and yet he still tried to force himself forward.
His head spun just from standing, but staying still was not an option.
Staggering to his feet, he immediately lost his balance and nearly collapsed.
A sigh of exasperation came from behind him, followed by a firm hand covering his eyes.
"—!"
"Honestly… so stubborn, so rigid, so infuriatingly earnest. You really are a troublesome man."
The familiar voice, along with the sudden, overwhelming pull of magic, dragged him under.
Exhausted and weakened, he had no strength to resist.
In mere moments, darkness consumed him.
...
When Ignatius opened his eyes, night still lingered.
