'Only a very small number of Spellweavers act alone. Spellweavers are the masters of countless planes. In their own worlds, they possess endless territories, wealth, and servants.'
'The deck that young man chose for you is that of a knight. I have seen your other Fate Cards. Whether it is the White City Vanguard or Cavalry Preparation, both are more suited to large-scale battles. I think your profession should be that of a knight-lord who commands armies.'
'But even the most glorious kingdom begins with a small patch of territory. I will send you to complete the challenge of the King of Knights. You will build your kingdom and glory in a fictional world until you win the recognition of the gods.'
'And that is the true meaning of the Gods Arena.'
After a dazzling radiance, that strange world vanished.
The silver-haired Elf Maiden stood alone in a golden wasteland.
A breeze swept across the grassland. When the withered grasses bent in waves, they formed ripples of gold, but when that sight stretched across the entire sky and earth, it became a strange spectacle.
The rustling sound swept across the lonely world like ocean waves.
The King of Evil Dragons Fuxia's words still rang in her ears. As the grassland wind passed through her ears and hair, Medisa silently gazed at this strange land.
Desolate Wilds
'This vanished world gazes at the parallel Material World like a traveler who has journeyed far away. It lies at the end of a corner of the world, like the end of the road for a distant traveler.'
A voice spoke—or perhaps there should have been no voice at all. When unfamiliar knowledge entered her mind, Medisa understood where this was.
A swordsman in elaborately patterned robes parted the withered grass and came before