Moreover, although its surface looked incomparably smooth, when the two approached it, neither of their reflections appeared on the sphere at all.
There was a circular recess on the sphere's hexagonal base. Clearly, the Stellar Disk needed to be placed there.
Remaining vigilant, Anvis carefully set the disk onto it.
This was the ultimate objective of his journey. His initial exploration of the surrounding Gates had only been to prevent any danger from arising.
Anvis had not forgotten that every previous prophecy of the Old Days Secret Canon had ultimately been accompanied by ancient terrifying entities.
But this time, he had yet to encounter anything related to them.
Once the Stellar Disk, gleaming with a faint light, was placed upon it, the hexagonal pedestal trembled slightly, and its entirety suddenly began emitting a pale blue glow.
Within that radiance, the originally dark basalt pedestal rapidly turned transparent, like an enormous aquamarine. Countless streams of light coursed through it along precise trajectories at tremendous speed.
The silver sphere atop it also began radiating silvery-white light. The temporal-spatial power circulating within became active, as though it were about to open Gates leading to different worlds.
"...Anvis, for some reason, I suddenly feel uneasy."
Bathed in the glow, Claire abruptly raised a hand to her chest and looked around uneasily.
"Uneasy?"
Anvis frowned. He felt nothing at all. For an Eighth Rank Peak Prophet like him, that was highly abnormal.
If Claire's perception was not mistaken, then the hidden danger possessed an extremely high status—perhaps high enough to shield itself even from his instinctive spiritual senses.
Anvis quietly placed a hand on the Old Days Secret Canon. The heavy dark green Magic book was currently in its true form, ready to respond to any crisis at any moment.
However, the problem that followed