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Chapter 509 – Reflection of the Ferryman

“… This is the wrong path. In the end, this is where you’ll stop.”

The ferryman spoke.

It was as usual.

Enkrid looked at him, thoughts swirling.

The ferryman had gray, cracked skin, eyes devoid of pupils, and a mouth like a bottomless abyss of darkness.

Every time he spoke, it seemed as though shadows leaked from his mouth, whispering despair, urging surrender, begging for defeat.

It was irritating, like a child throwing a tantrum.

Even a four-year-old wouldn’t whine this much.

“Such irreverent thoughts,” the ferryman remarked, just as perceptive as Rem.

Enkrid remained the same, whether inside or outside of dreams.

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