Yuan Shikai squeezed his eyes shut as an intense sense of weightlessness swept through his body, far stronger than what he had felt when Lita Rozay-en enveloped him aboard the Mystic Eyes Train.
He had no idea how long it took him to adjust to that weightlessness. When he opened his eyes, everything was pitch-black, and he could barely make out anything five meters ahead.
He was now deep beneath the sea, covered by an exceedingly thin membrane.
This membrane served the same purpose as a deep-sea diving suit. Otherwise, the pressure difference would have crushed him, and even if it hadn't, he would have suffocated.
This was no ordinary deep sea, after all. It was the Imaginary Number Sea, the place where the Mystic Eyes Train usually traveled.
Even the Mystic Eyes Train had to tread carefully here. No one knew what horrors lurked within.
He looked down at Tiamat in her Dragon Kind form beneath his feet. Here in the Imaginary Number Sea, her body was so enormous that he couldn't see its end.
No wonder Napoleon couldn't catch up with Tiamat. They weren't even moving on the same plane. He could run his legs off and still never catch her.
Yuan Shikai had never imagined that this was what their supposed date would entail.
He desperately wanted to tell Tiamat that this wasn't how dates worked.
A date should have involved two people walking arm in arm, eating out, shopping, and watching a movie.
Even if the conditions here didn't allow for that, they could still admire the scenery, enjoy some good food, and then let him rest his head in her lap.
If they really got bored, they could fight a few giants. Those things dropped giants' rings, which made decent magecraft materials.
It definitely shouldn't