A gentle breeze brushed against their faces, carrying the damp scent of soil and grass into their noses.
Vera slowly sat up from the grass, clutching her head.
"Mm... the celebration... where am I...?"
Her voice abruptly cut off. Vera stared blankly at her spread hands.
She awkwardly flexed her fingers... not tentacles. It felt strange... and there was no Mycelium either...
"Ah! What happened to me...?" Feiling's scream came from nearby. Vera followed the sound and found Feiling spinning in circles as she admired her body, while Feiyin stood beside her, equally delighted yet confused.
Feiling had turned human as well. Vera could not understand what was happening and shook her head, as though confirming whether she was dreaming. Feiling had already thrown herself into her arms. "Vera, you changed back too! That's wonderful!"
Feeling the warmth of the person in her arms, Vera temporarily set aside her doubts. "Yeah, it is."
Feiyin looked around, her gaze settling on the endless grassland. "But where is this? We were clearly still at the celebration in Oath City last night..." "That's right, where are we?" Feiling, who had finally calmed down, began to worry as well.
Only Vera seemed to have thought of something. She murmured, "A brand-new destiny..."
"Vera, what did you say?"
"No, nothing... Say, have either of you seen Sirian? Since we're all here, he should be nearby too." "Right, where's Sirian?"
The three split up to search, but they soon discovered something was wrong.
Feiyin could not use detection magic. She could not even sense magic power anymore.
Feiling and Vera could not use any of their old skills either, as though all three of them had become human-shaped blank-slate Pujis.
Just as they were at a loss, a somewhat familiar scream tore through the sky.
"Sirian?"