The surrounding other shore flowers seemed to answer the call of some power and suddenly began swaying violently. Glimmering red petals fell away and hovered above the street, forming a passage that gave off a faint red glow.
Through their spirituality, Raphael, Audrey, and the others sensed an unprecedented danger.
After someone unknown spoke those ethereal-sounding words, Raphael and the others suddenly felt a force pulling them forward.
In an instant, the passage outside the street, formed from blood-red petals, shone with a deathly pale light.
That force traveled along the passage. Raphael and the others felt the buildings on either side rushing backward, and by the time they recovered their senses, they were standing on a raised platform built in the style of the Southern Continent.
Swaying other shore flowers surrounded the platform, making it look as though a sea of blood surged around it.
The platform itself, however, was completely out of place among the surrounding ruins. Its architectural style and period were entirely different.
Raphael and the others stood at the top of the platform, where there was ample space. Yet the place resembled a palace inhabited by a woman. Directly facing them was a throne assembled from human bones, radiating a cold, faint glow that subjected them to immense pressure.
But this "palace" had no walls blocking their view, so Raphael and the others could see the bed, dressing table, and other furnishings in the "rear chambers." There were also several handsome male corpses. They were not shriveled and had been well preserved, standing motionless like wax figures.
A young woman in a black dress sat at a Southern Continent-style dressing table, applying makeup. Raphael could only see her profile. Her skin looked pale-excessively pale, like that of someone who had drowned.
Judging by her profile,