The lake shimmered as one, the dazzling galaxy becoming a cradle for dreams.
Amid the smooth ripples, a figure suddenly climbed to his feet. Tiny sparks flickered in his blood-blue pupils before they slowly faded back to white.
"Where... is this?"
Murder looked around, then coated his eyes with magic power to probe his surroundings.
"No... this place... isn't an illusion... Killer?"
Only the echoes of Murder's voice answered him. Killer had vanished yet again.
"All right... one disaster after another... how utterly meaningless..."
Murder brushed the firefly fluid off himself and began searching the galaxy for a way out.
Splash-
Splash-
After who knew how many days, a sight different from the galaxy on the lake finally appeared before Murder.
Moving through this space cost Murder nothing. His stamina might fluctuate slightly one second, but it would return to its original state the next.
Relying on that peculiar property, he had simply kept walking for days.
His patience was frightening, to say the least. When he grew bored, he exchanged a few words with Phantom Papyrus, who had appeared from who knew where. Otherwise, he kept his head down and walked straight ahead.
At last, he reached the end.
Within that boundless galaxy, this lone speck of pale light usually signified either a way out or an opportunity.
Murder had seen this sort of plot in the novels he had collected in the past.
Taking a little guidance from those who had come before him, Murder lightly touched the point of light with his finger.
Bzzzz-
His eyes nearly went blind, the light searing them with pain.
If he kept enduring it, he could forget about keeping his eyes.
To prevent that, Murder condensed his magic power into hands and wrapped them around his body, finally finding a brief