Now he was completely sure — the Realm of the Dead Eye of the Fallens was filled with chaos. There was no doubt about it.
Beyond the final walls stood towering mountains. White mountains, covered in snow, as if a white blanket had been spread over them. The sight made him question reality itself.
How could there be snow here, in the Realm of the Dead Eye of the Fallens?
As curiosity deepened in his heart, he could not help but ask Amane, the Lady of Flowers.
"Amane, do you know about those mountains?"
She slightly turned her head, looking toward the white mountains beyond the second wall, and replied calmly, "I don't know much. From what I know, those mountains are called the Magical Mountains. Another name they bear is the Mountains of Prophecy. They exist in any world ruled by the Great Unknown Beings."
Ibaan repeated the name in his mind, feeling a strange familiarity with it, though he ignored the thought for now.
