The guard stared at her in shock and confusion. Her words had come out of nowhere, and he clearly had no idea what Alice meant.
Alice didn't mind. She smiled and left the Ticket Office without a second thought.
Passenger ships at sea could run into real disasters or sea monsters. Neither was unusual—and neither was likely her problem. Wasn't that what the Lord of Storms was for?
At most, Alice would read the news and sigh over it.
The strangest thing about the St. Folsen was... Alice suspected she'd caused it herself.
She didn't particularly care how many people believed that "prophecy," or how much good it would do.
She'd left them the "prophecy." Whether it came true was up to their luck.
Praise the generous Lord of Storms. Hopefully, he wouldn't be angry about losing a passenger ship. If he was...
Next time, she'd tear down a church.
Alice's gaze drifted, and she left the docks.
Bayam... did it have any local ice cream flavors?
Alice blinked, remembered sea-salt ice cream from the age of Earth's civilization, and licked her lips.
Monday, three in the afternoon. Above the Gray Fog.
After pulling the others Above the Gray Fog, Klein realized something: with his current spirituality, he... couldn't pull Alice up at all, could he?
He watched the crimson light gather into illusory figures. As he hesitated, his spiritual perception suddenly stirred.
Alice distinctly felt someone touch her astral body.
Almost instinctively, she traced the contact back to its source. Then she "saw" a door.
An azure-black door of light, faintly discernible amid black and white mist.
The door was made of countless overlapping spheres of light. Inside each sphere were clusters of twisted worms entwined together, some transparent and others translucent, bearing symbols and patterns either