All at once, darkness fell before Allen's eyes, thick with mist. Then it grew blurrier and darker. The Incantation Gaia had softly chanted moments ago now thundered in his ears.
Gaia had been right to warn him. This feeling was truly unbearable. Allen could not precisely describe the strange sensations; in short, every one of them was unpleasant. One felt like riding a roller coaster—helplessly hurtling forward, as though he were about to be smashed to pieces.
Allen could no longer maintain his usual mild expression. The noise of Gaia's spell, the jolting descent, and the prolonged pain had thoroughly thrown him into turmoil. He had thought this was the limit, only for something even worse to follow. The membrane wrapped around him seemed to strike a hard solid object and ricocheted away, tumbling endlessly through the air. After a long while, he heard a tearing sound. The membrane protecting him ruptured, and Allen felt himself being flung out, dizzy and weightless.
Then a thunderclap-like explosion rang beside Allen's ears. Caught off guard, he felt the world spin around him. Merciless hail pelted down over his head and face. To his surprise, Allen found himself sitting on a patch of soft grass. Looking around, he realized that he seemed to be on a small lawn in a garden, surrounded by clusters of azaleas. He watched pale purple and violet petals fall one after another under the hail's ravaging assault. Gradually, the dancing hail passed through the gray clouds overhead and fell again, like a cloud of smoke sweeping across the earth.
Fortunately, the Miaomiao Wizard Robe protected him. Otherwise, this sudden attack would have left him drenched to the bone. "What a hospitable welcome, treating a visiting guest like this."
Allen rose to his feet and looked around. Through the