The endless starry sky looked just like the night sky from the surface. But from the perspective of outer space, it had an indescribably bizarre and uncanny quality.
An abstract ink-painting style rushed toward him. It seemed as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.
In this peculiar suborbital region, almost at the edge of the world-fragment barrier, a small floating island about the size of an acre hung at the edge of the world's sky.
An elderly man with a stern face and black hair sat cross-legged on the sparse grass, meditating.
He wore plain gray-white clothes, and the floating island was just as bare. It didn't even have a shed.
As if the time had come, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled.
"The organization says that this celestial canopy is the surface layer of the Abyss, and that it might even connect to the Endless Sea. But unless one has attained sainthood, it's difficult to stay near it for long with all this contamination..."
Gorr's expression turned rueful.
He had yet to attain sainthood. Though he had been given a Sacred Artifact, he had not fully become compatible with it, and his will had not yet reached the required level to form sacred intent.
Even with the protection of the world barrier's edge, staying here too long was becoming difficult.
He raised a hand and examined his fingers. His nails had grown quite long and sharp.
With a little force, he snapped the sharp nails off and returned them to normal.
"I wonder when my shift will be over..."
Watching the slow but relentless erosion along the edge of the world barrier, Gorr lowered the floating island by three feet.
Ultimately, this world was too difficult, and the organization didn't take it all that seriously. The