Everything happening before her eyes ran completely counter to all the knowledge of Occultism Dorothea had learned, contradicting it at every turn.
Yet Vanessa had succeeded, in a way Dorothea could neither understand nor even imagine.
In a daze, an absurd thought occurred to Dorothea: Vanessa was not carefully calling forth the supernatural; rather, the supernatural was actively pursuing her.
She had merely accepted the result calmly, and so the world had casually, almost perfunctorily, supplied the process called a "Ritual" for her...
The instant that thought arose, Dorothea felt a powerful wave of dizziness, and the scene before her abruptly distorted!
Her field of vision no longer held blood-drenched ruins and the dying Allen, but countless illusory, writhing lines dancing before her eyes.
Time froze, then melted into a silver stream flowing beneath her feet. An intangible wind brushed her face, and her hair rose without falling back down.
The entire world unfolded before her in a completely unfamiliar form.
What lay beneath her feet seemed to be moist soil, strangely sticky underfoot. She could even hear her own spirit and flesh arguing in whispers, while ethereal singing drifted from afar...
Dorothea raised her head blankly. The scenery around her had grown bizarre and fantastic; only Vanessa's figure remained clear.
With a focused expression, the girl was reaching toward a floating door ahead-the pattern on it looked very familiar to Dorothea, as though she had only just seen it.
"Vanessa..."
Dorothea tried to call out, but what protruded from her throat was a metallic ribbon. She looked at Vanessa in confusion, and her pupils abruptly contracted-behind Vanessa, an indescribable silhouette seemed to stand...
Slowly, with difficulty, she lifted her gaze, like someone groping through the darkness who suddenly discovered a towering mountain before them, blotting out the entire sky!