After resting, Sylutia felt much better, especially after the dream ended. She now had a rough idea that this place was not entirely disconnected from the normal world.
Since knights and witches from the past had been able to enter this place, it clearly wasn't completely unknown. There had to be some way to travel between here and the outside world.
After gathering her things, she headed uphill again. As she walked along the steep cliffs, the view before her gradually opened up. By the time she reached the summit, she could gaze out over a vast world stretching into the distance.
The landscape was mostly gray and white, but now and then she caught a glimpse of hidden color, like a little blue flower suddenly appearing in a black-and-white print, or a red berry growing on a bush.
In this nearly colorless, motionless world, she noticed a faintly distinct silhouette amid the distant, mist-shrouded mountains.
At the heart of that forest stood what looked like the remains of a stone-pillared structure, perhaps some kind of ancient ruin.
Had people once lived in a world like this? Sylutia was surprised. But if anyone had lived here before, there should also be a way for them to travel between this place and the normal world.
Perhaps she should go there and look for clues.
Her gaze shifted as she planned a route to the place, then she turned back.
Returning to the colorful bubble where the Grey Iron Stone Sword stood, Sylutia rested for a while before stepping into the gray-and-white world below.
This time, she walked for a long while, gradually leaving the sparsely vegetated hillside and entering a dense, Distorted forest.
The trees here had long since been warped by the Distortion Aspect. Judging by the way they stood