"Lord Imu."
Stussy, Teresa, Clare, and the other women had already arrived at the Garden of Hope on the second floor, silently gazing at the golden palace with its tightly shut doors.
Meanwhile.
Inside the palace that had once belonged to Teresa.
Imu stood alone before the enormous heart. Slowly, he raised his right hand and pressed it against the heart's surface, feeling its powerful pulse.
Although he intended to absorb it, he would not tear into it savagely.
Instead, he used the same method as when he had absorbed Schrödinger.
Using Stigmata Alchemy, Imu transformed the entire heart into a crimson Philosopher's Stone, more than twice the size of an ostrich egg.
"It's considerably larger than a Philosopher's Stone condensed from a hundred thousand souls, and this is only one of Beelzebub's hearts."
Imu murmured softly.
Next, he turned the Philosopher's Stone into pure energy and drew it into his body.
[Thump!]
The next second.
Imu's body shook violently. And not only his body—his soul and mind reacted at the same time.
His consciousness arrived in an indescribable dimensional plane.
It was like a drop of water suddenly falling into an ocean, sending up tiny splashes and ripples.
Those splashes and ripples were the changes he could feel.
At that moment.
Imu felt as though his thoughts had gained unprecedented freedom.
He also understood his situation and state.
This was space, a purely spatial dimension.
Here, space seemed to have been granted life, twisting and stretching in strange yet elegant ways before instantly reforming.
It was revealing to him more possibilities inherent in the concept of space.
The density of information contained within was so immense that Imu felt as though he were surrounded by boundless void. He was somewhat nervous, yet inexplicably excited.
He could clearly sense the