The light from the device turned white, consuming everything. It wasn't just her vision. Sound vanished. The rustling of leaves in the Emerald Twilight Forest, the footsteps of imperial soldiers, the presence pressing in from beyond the stone door—all of it, gone in an instant. Raid realized his mana sense had been painted over only after the whiteness receded. Raid opened his eyes. Stone floor beneath his feet. Cold. Remnants of light still flickered at the edges of his vision. The pale blue scar on his left arm—the mark of damage from mana fusion—held a faint warmth. "—Where is this place..." Aira's voice came from nearby. To Raid's right, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. The sensation of her arm, which had been gripping his until moments ago, still lingered in his memory. Three people. Confirming just that much, Raid surveyed the interior. A circular space. Perhaps fifteen meters in diameter. High ceiling, stone walls carved with geometric patterns. Similar t