―Ahhh.

Theo didn’t have a voice. His lips didn’t open. He couldn’t move his fingers or feel the flow of mana through his heart. It was unfathomable for a magician who could cast magic. There was nothing in front of his eyes, and no sound reached his ears. All of his five senses were silenced as he fell into a calm feeling. No, there was nothing.

―Ahh.

It was negative and meaningless. The boundaries of Theo’s consciousness grew increasingly blurry. There was a force around him that couldn’t be resisted. The thirty years of struggle were bearing fruit. He forgot the unimportant memories, like the faces of his classmates at Bergen Academy, the contents of books, the information window of the defective goods he bought from the black market dealer…

―Ah.

Even if they didn’t matter, these memories were part of him. The pillars holding up the brick building started to shake. A page of the book called [Theodore Miller] was torn away. He forgot someone whose name he didn’t know. Then he forgot landscapes and the distances he had walked. There was no room for resistance. As if an eraser was going through his brain, oblivion spread like wildfire as thirty...