And just at that moment.
Shortly after the "staff" on Thessia's forearm lit up.
A calm voice emerged out of nowhere above Thessia's head.
Thessia trembled all over.
She had just lifted her head when the scenery in front of her eyes suddenly underwent a drastic change.
The pitch-black sky, the desolate ground, the rolling clouds.
A flicker before Thessia's eyes, and by the time she regained her senses, she found herself within a strange space of merely black and white hues.
Not far away, a man with a smiling face "sat" cross-legged in mid-air, lounging comfortably. A little girl dressed in a Victorian style noblewoman's long dress, boldly modified with hollowed-out black silk, floated docilely behind the man, massaging his shoulders and back.
This bizarre scene made Thessia involuntarily gasp, her lips parting as an uncivilized word flitted through her mind.
