An Extra’s POV

~VWUUUSH!~

The lights of the hallowed shrine shone brighter as it welcomed Rey back into its inner embrace.

As the young man felt the cool ground of the sanctum, breathing in its air and staring at the statue—whose bright eyes were beginning to dim—he took in a deep breath.

"Huuu…" Then, he exhaled slowly.

He did all of this to calm himself, controlling the rabid emotions that threatened to burst through the threshold and consume him. That's right! Rey was feeling a myriad of emotions as he reappeared in the world as he knew it.

He felt frustration, rage, disappointment, confusion, sadness, and a bunch of other feelings—all coming at him at once, nearly overflowing within his stationary form.

Still, even with all of these, Rey maintained a straight facade.

'In the end, I had to accept the deal…' His thoughts trailed as he leaked out more heavy exhalations, doing his best to breathe deeply.

'I had no real choice, just as she said. Even when I tried bargaining, all of it fell through.'

Apparently, he had overestimated The Oracle's interest in the Elves. What was at the top of her priority was an heir, and Esme was a perfect candidate for that.

'She returned me here without letting me get too many words in. I guess she has no doubt that I'll follow through with the deal…'

Rey truly didn't like being used like this.

He hated being a mere piece in a game that he didn't even understand. Perhaps that what caused his ever-growing frustration.

No… that wasn't all.

Esme just leave me like that? We could have at least talked it out…' In a way, Rey felt mad at her for just choosing the option that would most definitely end with the both of them separating.

incredible guilt within

not standing in the way of her goals? Should I really be doing this?' He thought to himself, mulling over his

really have the

they only made the burden on him worse, he decided to postpone the

find a way to get the replacement somehow. Esme will be free, and

his head was hurting, even though it

just

one more deep breath, he activated his Spatial Magic and vanished from

~VWUUM!~

found himself inside his lodge—within the luxurious room that the Elves

but it all felt utterly bland and ugly—almost like the entire

only natural, considering how amazing

forcing himself to sleep. At the very least, that would reduce the burdens that assailed his

dream of having Esme by

gaze turned to the

a visitor, and it wasn't someone he could really

he found himself right before his door, twisting the knob

seeing her brilliant face as

seemed to be out of breath, which meant it

a little relieved that she wasn't waiting for him for too long. After

really in the mood to

were in disarray, and the one thing he needed more than anything was rest. He even shut Emil out of

the moment, he didn't want any kind

have just made an important