White light slowly faded away. It took several seconds for his vision to return. レイド was standing on a stone-paved plaza. The sensation beneath his feet came first. Cold. Hard. But completely different from the soil of the Suimei Forest. The joints between stones transmitted through the soles of his shoes. Next came the air. Something filled the back of his nose. Low humidity. Dry yet clear. And—something dense. If the atmospheric mana of the Suimei Forest—the magical essence drifting through the air—was like "mist," then this was closer to "liquid." Just breathing drew something flowing into his body. And then he looked at the sky. "...What is this?" His voice escaped before he could suppress his emotions. In forty-two years of life, he had never seen a sky this color. Purple. To be precise, not the red-purple of dusk, nor the purple before a storm. A deeper, quieter hue. Like amethyst layered upon itself. Within it, two suns—or rather, sun-like objects—hung parallel, as if d