At this moment, Larkspur finally understood what the lingering sense of unease she had felt all along truly was.
The faint sense of danger that had haunted her ever since entering the Anomaly Countermeasures Bureau; the alienation brought on by the scenery around her; and a weak yet strangely familiar feeling of nausea. These sensations had mingled together, forming the unease in her heart and warning her that something here was wrong.
After seeing this scene, Larkspur already had a vague answer as to what this space truly was.
But to confirm that answer completely, she needed to do one more thing—return to the office where she had previously found the Aberrant Beast.
With that thought, Larkspur no longer wished to waste any time. She immediately activated her magic, lifted herself into the air, and flew in the direction she remembered.
She accelerated down the corridor, the scenery flashing past the corner of her eye. Just as she had seen before, nothing had changed at all. But now that she had an answer, she was no longer confused by it.
Ignoring any possible interference along the way, Larkspur flew straight to the office where she had found the Aberrant Beast earlier, then thrust out a hand and violently pushed open the door.
When the office door opened, all she saw was an utterly ordinary office.
There were no corpses, no bloodstains, no ashes left behind by an Aberrant Beast—only the same harsh white lights as the other rooms, along with various office supplies arranged carelessly within.
Every trace had vanished. All the clues she had found before were gone, as though they had never existed in the first place.
Yet at the sight, a glimmer flashed through Larkspur's eyes.
There was no other reason. This was the answer she had