An overwhelming current swept across Elliot's body, coming to a halt behind his back and converging into some kind of tattoo. Piercing and searing pain rose on his back; however, his expression remained unchanged. A pain that could cause a fully grown man to cry failed to make him even flinch. At the moment, his bright eyes reflected a dark swirling current, signifying that he was lost in extreme thoughts and thinking about something rapidly.
"Ahahahahah!"
A few moments after the barrier shattered apart, the second thing that happened was that Elliot started laughing crazily. Joy and madness filled his roaring laugher, startling Grace and the others.
"What's wrong? What made you so happy?"
"Nothing, I just had an Epiphany," Elliot replied, his voice filled with the freshness of spring and the sweetness of peaches.
Yes, he had come to terms with the truth of the world—his reality.