As Cecilia drifted closer to the glowing, storm-like portal, her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
She glanced sideways at Mika, her face pale, her voice trembling.
"M-Mika." She said, barely above a whisper. "I'll...I'll be alright in there, right?"
He tilted his head with a smile that was far too calm for the situation.
"You'll be fine, Cecilia." He said.
But then his expression shifted—his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes rolling upward as if reconsidering.
"Well...it should be fine."
"Should?!" She yelped, gripping his sleeve. "What do you mean should be fine?! That's not reassuring at all!"
"Well..." He gave her a teasing gaze. "I mean, there's a tiny chance you might experience a little...mana poisoning."
"Huh?" Cecilia shuddered.
"Or..." He continued thoughtfully. "...the gravitational pressure on the other side might crush you a little. Just a bit."
Her face went white.
"Crush—?! W-Wait—what do you mean 'a bit'?! You can't be serious!"
