Russell's pupils suddenly constricted.
One seal locks all living beings, another locks the heavens.
These are the two seals formed by the Elf and the Dragon.
"Planets... otherworldly planets?"
He muttered softly.
Russell keenly grasped this keyword.
Because it was only now that he truly realized something... something he had long overlooked.
It appeared that until now, all official documents, papers, and books he had seen contained no knowledge about "planets."
Russell hadn't seen a problem here before because he had naturally considered this place as the "Otherworld."
—You see, ever since history can remember, the Sky Dome has been gray, not blue; the stars at night are so sparse that they can't form constellations; this world has diverse prone-spiritual "Kemonomimi," magical Spiritual Energy, Holy Orders, Spells... and even the legendary Elves and those inconceivable Floating Islands.
