Near the Deep Abyss Cave.
A heart radiating a deep crimson glow slowly drew in its brilliance, floating silently in the lightless void.
Inside the heart, Gleipnir was looking around.
"So this is the Heart Space? As expected, experiencing it in person is even more breathtaking than seeing it in the memories." Gleipnir revealed a look of surprise. Though she had already seen the interior of the Heart Space through her original body's memories, watching and living through it were two entirely different sensations.
For instance, Laplace could show Gleipnir images, but she could not recreate the mysterious aura within those images.
Laplace knew absolutely nothing about mysteries. Her description of the mysterious aura to Gleipnir had amounted to a single sentence: Imagine the aura of Sweet Dream. It is slightly weaker than that, its nature is a little different, and it carries a teensy-weensy bit more solidity.
What did a "teensy-weensy bit" of solidity even mean? What was a solid mysterious aura? Even after seeing the memories, Gleipnir had not understood.
But at this very moment, standing within the Heart Space herself and sensing the mysterious aura continuously emerging from the heart walls, she somewhat understood what Laplace had meant.
This mysterious aura truly carried the flavor of "solidity." Yet if she were asked to describe it, she could not describe its inner essence at all.
It was an aura that could only be comprehended through personal experience.
Impossible to articulate, beyond words.
After sensing this aura, Gleipnir suddenly regretted discussing the ownership of the Heart Space with Angel earlier.
Could such great power truly be forged by a person?
If a person truly could forge it, then that person... truly deserved every ounce of respect.
She now somewhat understood why Laplace had paid Angel such special attention, even