The tide.
The waves repeatedly surged and rolled, and the tide of memories was like an army of thousands, trampling over thoughts and rationality again and again. The personality, like a lone boat, trembled in the vast sea of the mind, repeatedly hammered, slapped, and ravaged.
Finally, when it broke through the waves and escaped the sea, the originally broken skiff had been shattered, seawater seeped into the Dragon Bone Gunwale, it had not been destroyed, but in the tide, it was reborn anew.
Ding-dong——
The elevator to the bottom gate of the hunting ground slowly opened, and the blacksmith's stout figure walked out. He bowed his head, his disheveled hair growing wildly like vines, obscuring his face and making it impossible to see his expression and features clearly.
"Oh my, who is this?"
Upon the high platform, the twin sisters sat shoulder to shoulder on the edge, tilting their heads and looking at the ugly newcomer in a bizarre manner.
