Ice Woman's livestream and Wine Cup's livestream floated side by side in midair.
The difference was obvious at a glance.
Ice Woman took her "job" seriously. She voiced not only the dialogue, but also the faintest wind, the crackle of burning candles, the rustle of turning pages, and even the flutter of clothing as people walked.
Her livestream was an immersive feast for the ears. Paired with its steady visuals, it could have passed for a cinematic blockbuster.
Wine Cup was different. If there was no dialogue, she provided no sound at all.
Her livestream was so quiet it might have been meant to help people sleep.
Sometimes, if Wine Cup felt a line had no real substance, she ignored it altogether.
Just now, for example, Milk Dragon had suddenly leaped up and pointed out the window, shouting in excitement.
Wine Cup had clearly seen it, but she gave the moment no voice.
By reading its lips, though, they could tell it was cheering, "...It's a city! We're actually in a city!"
From Luigi's account, Angel gained a rough understanding of the situation.
Wine Cup's livestream had not been running for long. It had probably started about three minutes before he logged off.
In those three minutes, Wine Cup had done only one thing: work out where she was and try to meet up with the others.
When Wine Cup opened her eyes, she tilted her gaze upward.
The sight of a ceiling clearly came as a relief.
As long as it wasn't the moon.
A ceiling meant her starting point was inside a building, not out in the sea of clouds.
Every Challenger before her had appeared outside! They did not know why this group had spawned among buildings, but it was undoubtedly good news.
Wine Cup then