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Watching the countless data streams rapidly flow downward, Annan clearly felt that familiar sensation of weightless descent gradually return.
It was as if the stagnant air around him was slowly melting away.
Suspended in the void, Annan, too, began to fall...
"...My dear, I hope you know, some cursed individuals truly don't deserve their suffering, but others are certainly deserving of their curse."
Annan heard a somewhat familiar voice resound by his ear.
He was somewhat surprised.
Because that voice...
Could it be, Prince Albert's?
The next moment, Annan's consciousness completely plummeted into darkness.
"...Your Highness? Prince Annan?"
He heard a cautious voice rise beside his ear.
For an instant, Annan even thought he hadn't successfully entered the nightmare...
But he quickly came to his senses.
He realized that he seemed to be sitting on a chair—and the world in front of him had grown considerably larger.
No, that wasn't it.
—It was he who had shrunk.