Emerald green, clear as rippling blue water.
Though there was clearly nothing beneath his feet, he could still feel the solid ground.
A faint green glow surrounded him from every direction, yet he could clearly see the outside world—a miraculous sight.
This was the scene that entered Brimir's eyes after his vision blurred for an instant.
He first lowered his head subconsciously and glanced at the glowing Kabbalistic Tree of Life diagram on the back of his right hand.
Then he raised his head to look at the figures ahead.
Two giants, each over twenty meters tall, were clad from head to toe in golden armor covered in blood-red markings, with pure white capes draped over their shoulders.
Their visors were lowered, concealing their expressions and lending them an even more imposing air.
Yet despite their immense size, Brimir's gaze merely swept past them.
He could tell that the focus was the burly man standing at the same height as him, wearing a white coat over a black suit.
And the black-haired man standing in the air, dressed in a white robe embroidered with golden patterns, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
"Hey, you're Brimir, right? This old man is Monkey D. Garp, a member of the Martial God Palace, known as the Four Seas Iron Fist Martial God."
"By Lord Imu's orders, I've come to test your strength. If you pass, congratulations—you'll become a member of the Star Temple."
Although Garp had become a Martial God, he still preferred wearing a coat draped over his shoulders.
Only, the word "Justice" on its back had been changed to "Martial God."
Across from him.
Brimir's gaze turned grave as he looked at the silent figure in the air.
The other man was merely standing there, yet Brimir felt an overbearing pressure