"Natural disasters caused by extraordinary power?" Falga looked puzzled. "Perhaps it's only part of the story's setting."
Loki shook his head. "It's more than just a setting. You entered the illusion too, didn't you? You should know that aside from the characters in the story, we can actually see—and even touch—the scenes in the illusion. Those traces seemed to contain some real information."
Loki's words made Falga pause. He too recalled the thunderstorm he had seen when he entered the illusion before. There had seemed to be faintly discernible, strange information within that storm as well—something worth pondering.
The conversation between Loki and Falga made Oroba raise her brows as well.
From what they were saying, this Drama Shadow Box seemed to be more than a way of presenting art through illusions. Did it carry some deeper significance?
Oroba narrowed her eyes and looked down at the box in her hands.
A while later, in the lounge.
To outsiders, Oroba's entire body was shrouded in a faint red glow. But from Oroba's own perspective, she was floating above a castle that looked exceptionally sinister.
She surveyed her surroundings. The sky was dark, seemingly nighttime, yet there was no moon in sight. The castle stood upon a deathly silent mountain ridge, surrounded by pitch-black forests.
There were lights inside the castle, but against the darkness, they brought no sense of life. Instead, they gave the illusion of Hellfire.
Before Oroba could finish examining the surroundings, she seemed to fall into an abyss, plummeting from the sky.
Oroba instinctively tried to mobilize her magic power, but before she could even sense her magic source, she appeared in another scene.
Inside a dim little room.
The only visible light source in the room was a candlestick on an old table in the