I'm going to die!
Everything, everything is collapsing!
Jin Bote was panting heavily as if he was drowning, desperately squeezing every bit of oxygen from his lungs.
It took quite a while before he gradually came back to his senses from that trance-like illusion, his eyes once again shining brightly.
The hall was still brightly lit.
Many scholars were researching all through the night, and he himself was sitting at a desk... as if nothing had changed at all.
"What's going on? I was about to die? Why?"
Jin Bote shook his head violently, the hallucination still vivid as if it were real.
Why is this happening?
Is it because I'm under too much pressure and have developed some kind of persecution complex?
Or have I been targeted by some Mind technique?
"No... the Premonition Divine Skill is a secret I have never shared with anyone!"
"This scene could very well be real."
Was it those damned humans who did something?!
