Ever since waking up in this world and awakening the system, the person Adria had spoken to the most, visited the most on the server, and relied on for the longest time was Forgelet.
He had spent enough time with her, whether chatting or sitting inside her workshop, to understand the kind of person she was.
Someone calm and composed. Someone who always had a plan.
She was a brilliant inventor, capable of predicting danger and preparing the perfect countermeasure before disaster could even arrive.
Until now, she had always been the confident figure who never showed even the slightest hint of nervousness, even when the world itself stood on the verge of collapse.
But the girl before him now carried no resemblance to that person anymore.
Her shoulders had fallen. Her eyes were red. Grief lingered across her expression, while helplessness clung to her entire demeanor.
She sat there silently, surrounded by something he was all too familiar with.
Hopelessness.
