When his feet finally touched solid ground, Yūki stumbled forward two steps.
The white light behind him quickly contracted, leaving him not even a fragment of the stone tablet.
Yūki looked back at the empty woodland. "You swallowed me up and brought me here without even leaving a return channel. Isn't this after-sales service a bit lousy?"
An endless jungle surrounded him.
The trees were absurdly tall, thick roots arched out of the soil, and leaves overlapped in layer upon layer.
Sunlight fell through gaps in the canopy, and a few clusters of unfamiliar little blue flowers bloomed on the ground.
The wind carried the scent of vegetation and damp earth, and he could hear running water in the distance.
The surroundings were quite nice.
Yūki looked up at the sky, and his expression slowly froze.
Blue sky, white clouds.
And three suns.
One hung right in the middle, with the other two on either side, their colors slightly different.
"..."
Yūki counted again.
There really were three.
"Does the weather forecast here have to give three sunrise times at once?"
Two lights, one silvery white and one icy blue, lit up beside him.
Silent Magician and Snowstorm Princess appeared together, landing in the woods on either side of him.
Yūki turned to look, and his words caught in his throat.
Both looked noticeably different from how they had in the real world.
Silent Magician's silver-white mage robes hugged her figure, her silver hair fell behind her shoulders, and clear light flowed within the gemstone on her staff.
The haziness that had once left her somewhere between a projection and a physical being was gone. As she stood on the grass, the soles of her boots even bent a few blades beneath them.
The same went for Snowstorm Princess.
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