Salomon had not failed to notice the vast starry sky above Balder's room. He had also seen the immense space radiating warm light, the gigantic creature sleeping within it, its ivory-like human-faced headdress just beginning to emerge, and the nearly endless angels.
Among those angels were no shortage of enormous beings like the Four Cardinal Virtues, yet now they looked smaller than ants.
Even with magic keeping Salomon far away from that creature, he still felt an indescribable pressure—the inescapable fear humans felt toward something colossal. Even Phoenix beside him inevitably went rigid, every golden-red feather on its neck standing on end and making it look a size fatter.
Following Salomon's gaze, the Lumen Sage looked toward the strange space on the ceiling. "Ah, this is the Izawell Group's most important research achievement," Sage Balder said proudly. He extended one hand as though presenting it for display. "An artificial divine realm connected to the heavens. This entire room has also been transformed into another dimension. That is why we can glimpse the Creator's true form."
"It truly is exceptional magic." Salomon let out a long breath. The situation had become even more troublesome. The blood-red coffins Luca had photographed before, the ones extracting witches' blood, were probably meant to power this enormous space.
Salomon truly could not understand why the Sorcerer Supreme had sent him on this mission. What stood before him showed that Sage Balder had prepared thoroughly. In a crisis like this, shouldn't the entire Mystic Order have rushed in and pinned the Sage to the ground first?
The Eye of Agamotto—there could only be that answer. The Sorcerer Supreme must have seen some possibility of the Lumen Sage's defeat, and that possibility required Salomon's involvement. Otherwise, no one would have allowed a novice spellcaster to participate in