The moment she passed through that door, Alice felt the world spin, as though something were about to tear her spirituality apart.
Does this count as motion sickness... spiritual motion sickness...
Amid the dizziness and pain, Alice could not help letting her thoughts wander.
When everything finally returned to normal and the discomfort faded, Alice realized she was standing upon an ocean bathed in twilight.
The sand and stones here were all black. Deep-blue waves rolled in from afar, crashing against the shore layer by layer, yet they made none of the sound waves should have made.
They were silent, like a grand Illusion Performance.
Alice felt the legendary gaze of the "True Creator." Instinctively, she looked in the direction of that gaze and saw a mountain bathed in twilight, upon which countless palaces, countless high towers, and a majestic city wall stood frozen.
This should be the true "Giant King's Court"... Alice sensed Leomaster walking toward it excitedly.
...Forget it.
Compared to Leomaster, she was clearly just an incidental visitor. The True Creator's gaze rested upon her, yet no ravings sounded by her ear. Instead, the first thing Alice heard was an indistinct prayer.
"...,
"I pray for Your gaze,
"I pray for Your listening,
"I pray for a good dream..."
Alice had heard that youthful male voice countless times Above the Gray Fog—it was none other than Derrick Berg, the Sun.
After a Brief Thought, Alice ignored the gaze still lingering on her. She stepped onto the illusory waves and headed toward the true Giant King's Court.
When her feet finally touched the soil of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, points of faith lit up amid the clear prayer, and Alice saw Derrick's location.
Eh, it seemed pretty close...
Alice began to Seriously Consider the possibility of