Faced with such an anomaly, Lumian smiled.
He withdrew his right hand from his pocket and continued walking forward.
As he proceeded, the buildings on both sides, including the Auberge du Coq Doré, began to twist and writhe, growing upward into swaying, grotesque trees.
These "trees" pointed toward the sky, resembling the primeval rainforests of the Southern Continent.
Raising an eyebrow, Lumian stopped in his tracks.
"So proactive, are we?" he remarked with a smile, glancing toward Cheek's face on the head resting on his left shoulder.
At that moment, the crimson moonlight in the sky, the dim stars, and the dark night all began collapsing and spinning toward a single point, quickly merging into a chaotic vortex that encompassed all colors.
From within the vortex, a figure wearing a bone-white dress emerged, descending from the heavens. The figure grew larger and larger, like an asteroid traveling across the boundless cosmos, unscathed by atmospheric friction.
