In the end, Frode still gave up.
With Frode's surrender, the light dots representing Authority floated out of his body and disappeared in an instant. Even when Angel wanted to take over, there was no chance.
Frode lay on the ground, looking as though he had been completely hollowed out, his complexion ashen, his eyes lifeless and staring straight ahead.
His condition was extremely poor.
Frode himself had never imagined that one day, within the Wilderness of Dreams, using a dream realm surrogate body, he would encounter such unbearable suffering.
If he had persisted for another two seconds, he probably would have met the fate Sanders had described—his mind would have likely burst under the pressure of that terrifying flow of information.
Even though he had given up now, he still felt the utmost discomfort.
"Are you alright?"
Hearing Angel's inquiry, Frode mustered all his strength to barely utter, "Let me... lie down a little longer."
