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Gilbert's gauntleted fingers trembled slightly, the metal scraping softly against the ground as he stirred. His eyelids felt unbearably heavy; he tried to blink twice but couldn't open them.
His mind was a blur, his consciousness muddled. Strangely, however, he wasn't in much pain.
As he gradually regained awareness, his first reaction was terror. His last remaining memory was of failing to push the Destroyer-class automaton off the cliff. In those final moments, the last shred of his consciousness had been drowned by the horrifying mental corruption he had endured.
Almost instinctively, he began to search his memory to check if any vital parts were missing. Since he could still think rationally, it meant that Heaven's Gloom hadn't anchored him into a mindless husk. However, the mental attack could still have robbed him of cherished and irreplaceable memories.
He carefully combed through his life experiences as his thoughts cleared. There were no glaring gaps in his memory. Could he really have been fortunate enough to survive an attack of this magnitude without suffering any lasting damage?
Gradually, he regained control over his body, and the lingering weakness in his limbs was slowly fading. Beneath his still-closed eyelids, his eyeballs rolled...
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