Was it really that dramatic? It hadn't been long since the last mission to save Logan, had it?
As the mission briefing played out before him, Fu Qian already had plenty to say.
Since the briefing explicitly mentioned Unseen Hill, along with an old friend, there didn't seem to be much doubt about the location.
The first thing to consider was why the cradle had turned gray.
Honestly, based on what he'd learned before, this "incredible dimension" described by the Warehouse should have been fairly stable.
Prophets, fate... The tedium these things brought was unbearable even for some demigod Transcendents.
And they'd confirmed at the time that no matter what fate the characters inside endured, they would ultimately be reborn in a cycle.
It all looked like a very closed system. It was hard to imagine that anything could change so drastically in such a short time.
But since there was no answer to that question for now, he might as well start with something simpler: what did it look like when something turned gray—and where was the gray?
As his thoughts raced, the scene before him came into focus.
The lighting wasn't great, but Fu Qian still found it somewhat familiar.
The carriage was richly decorated, completely empty, and even swayed a little. The soft cushion beneath him did a good job of absorbing the motion...
A carriage?
It was easy enough to recognize the kind of space he was sitting in.
What mattered was that Fu Qian remembered clearly: the mission's opening at Unseen Hill had been exactly the same.
A classical conveyance in the city, all to himself... Even the refined interior looked identical at a glance.
Where was the gray? It looked perfectly fine to him.
Not only was the opening familiar, but the carriage