He accepted the helpful words of the supposed expert, following her through the spiraling hall of bookshelves. It surpassed all logic, straight out of a fever dream; books floated in the air, constantly rotating while pages fluttered.
Somehow, the woman ahead of him walked as though it was a standard scenery, not even a stumble in her step.
"So," he decided to break the silence. "How'd you end up like that? In that bubble, I mean."
The subject immediately shook the confidence of the woman as she coughed and glanced back before looking ahead, fiddling with her fingers, "Well, it's kind of embarrassing, looking back on it…I was tracking a powerful spiritual presence, and well…I tripped down some steps and collided with the Kidnapper Phantasm."
"It happens…to the best of us," Noah said, trying his best to calm the woman's shame.
—
Through wandering, the meek mage found herself navigating a forest of twisted pillars. Redrum stayed a few strides ahead, ever watchful.
