Klein looked worriedly at Cyril, who floated in midair. He was shorter than Klein's calf, with long, pointed ears like an elf's and pairs of transparent, starlight-tinted membranes on his back that resembled dragonfly wings.
Both his Spirit Vision and spiritual intuition told him that nothing was wrong with Cyril.
...But there was clearly something very wrong with how he looked!
After a pause, he asked hesitantly, "How are you feeling?"
"Do you need me to go Above the Gray Fog and send you a Paper Angel, to see if it can restore you?"
Floating in midair, unaffected by gravity, Cyril shook his head. "No need. I'm fine."
"It's just that everything around me has become a little too big. I'm still getting used to it, but luckily, I can fly now."
"I should recover after a while. Only an Angel-level Transformation Curse can last indefinitely. That one was clearly only at the Demigod level."
After a brief pause, his figure rapidly turned illusory, became transparent, and disappeared, before reappearing on the other side of the room.
It was like teleportation, except that compared to a Traveler's Flash, the windup was clearly much longer.
He had shifted his position through the process of ascending and descending dimensions.
In this form, which resembled a "fairy" from a story, all his Traveler abilities had vanished. However, his own powers of dimensions and fantasy had grown stronger instead.
It seemed that his current form aligned more closely with the essence of dimensions and fantasy, like an extremely watered-down mythical creature form without any divinity.
...Perhaps such "fairies" really existed in the universe, and they were all natural followers of the High-Dimensional Overseer.
As these thoughts drifted through his mind, he flew around Klein and said, "This is actually quite an interesting experience. I'm