Leaving the golden splendor of the Hall of Heroes was an extravagant, almost inconceivable thing.
For they were already dead souls lingering in the world of the living. Even if the Hall of Heroes and the distant Golden Apple Dream opened to them from time to time, allowing them to meet old friends and family in their dreams.
Oh, and occasionally gather to play a game called mahjong.
In the end, they were still dead.
They kept that firmly in mind as they awaited Kroya's summons, training and competing every day, teaching the youngsters who had just entered the Golden Apple Dream more about combat-even though they themselves had been young when they died.
They were heroic spirits! Their great lord had allowed them to remain in this radiant world, and of course they would give him everything, until the end of eternity.
But today, at an utterly ordinary moment.
From the fountain in the Hall of Heroes that forever shone with rainbow light, the Tower Spirit's calm voice suddenly rang out:
"An announcement: everyone in the Hall of Heroes may now enter the real world. Passages will open in succession. Please organize yourselves into squads and collect your passes to reality."
"Please line up in an orderly manner to collect them..."
Of course they knew the Tower Spirit. It supplied and replenished their basic daily necessities, and this gentleman always provided them with the finest living facilities.
-the entire Northern Frontier lay within the network controlled by the Tower Spirit.
Yet its sudden announcement today still plunged these heroic spirits, who had never feared anything on the battlefield, into bewildered silence and cries of astonishment.
"What happened?"
"Did the Tower Spirit just say we could go back to reality?"
"Whoa! Seriously?"
The heroic spirits living in the Hall of