Full Moon Festival

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Atalante silently dragged a hand down her face.

It was clearly an attempt to force herself to regain her composure.

Ever since she checked what was inside the sack I’d handed her, she’d been like this.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“I don’t know what you think it is, but yes, it’s a thought-form.”

“...”

After a brief silence, Atalante spoke again.

“...You went into the Reverse World?”

“Yes.”...