It Is Following You

Although Thor was only a novice at teleportation, he considered himself to have mastered the technique quite well.

He had extensive experience being "teleported" and had also initiated the process twice himself.

But this time was different from all his previous teleports.

It felt even longer than the time Mentor Gorsa had spent taking him through the Interlayer of the Wizard Tower.

However, a sense of duration in one's consciousness does not necessarily equate to the passage of real time.

When Thor regained a clear perception of time and space, he discovered he had arrived in a peculiar place.

He could see a Nebula in the distance, with light and darkness alternating irregularly.

Around him, it was like smoke or mist, or perhaps a colorful halo.

While it looked like seven colors, upon closer inspection, there were likely hundreds, if not thousands, of shades.

It was as if all the brilliance and contrast in the world were presented here.

"Is this where the elves reside? It doesn't look quite right, though," Thor muttered.

He was stunned by the magnificent sight before him, momentarily forgetting the purpose of his arrival.

"This is certainly not the Elf Realm."

Thor shuddered violently, as if a cold hand had struck the back of his neck; after the jolt, his reason returned to him.

"Who? Who is speaking? Pearl? Where is Pearl?"

Thor looked around, but found no sign of anyone or any suspected intelligent life.

Yet, he gradually realized that the voice seemed to be coming from... the space itself.

The voice appeared again, though it did not answer Thor's question.

"You came here of your own volition; do you wish to return?"

Return?

Why would the other party say that?

Did they think Thor originated from here?

But Thor had no memory of