Just as Constantine was drowning in grief, feeling that the darkest moment of his life had arrived.
Suddenly,
Orsaga's next words
were like Sacred Radiance descending from heaven,
bringing him brand-new hope!
"Don't worry, I'm not sending you to face any straightforward life-or-death crisis. I merely want you to go to a world with an environment even more wonderful than Gotham City's, cultivate your character there for five years, and use it as training..."
Though he had no idea what sort of metaphor "an environment even more wonderful than Gotham City's" was supposed to be, much less what kind of character that godforsaken place could cultivate,
by this point,
Constantine had at least been given an extremely effective shot in the arm.
At the very least,
his state of mind had become much steadier.
Not long afterward.
After passing through the Space Door,
he looked at the fairly decent surroundings.
The sky was azure.
The road was smooth.
There was all manner of vegetation on both sides of the road.
Not far away, two elk were engaged in the reproductive act of life.
And he himself stood in the middle of a road.
Behind him lay an unknown direction.
Ahead were several forks.
Everything,
everything,
looked perfectly normal.
Upon seeing this scene,
Constantine instinctively suspected that he might have fallen under some illusion,
and was currently in some human hell without even realizing it.
But after checking himself over,
he ruled out that possibility.
There was nothing wrong with his senses.
The magical items he carried were all functioning normally as well, without any interference.
Could it be... that when the Crimson King said the environment was more wonderful than Gotham City's, he meant things like the crime rate?
Just as he was uncertainly entertaining all kinds of guesses,