"This... this..." Mizuki in red clothes exclaimed in shock, "Is this real? Or is it a dream?"
Even she, who was adept at casting nightmares, couldn't distinguish the reality of the world at that moment.
No wonder she couldn't tell.
The wind was biting, and when it blew across, it felt like knives, causing a tingling pain on the cheeks.
The icicles nearby had clear patterns.
The Mystic Turtle carried the palace on its back, stopping in front of them. Its huge feet were wrinkled and even covered in moss, from their perspective, they could see that weeds had grown within the folds, and birds rested in between.
"Dang——"
Then, another distant bell toll rang out.
Panic-stricken voices.
Mizuki, uncontrollably, began to float automatically, drifting towards the palace on the turtle's back.
The young monk, with his long hair fluttering, was also enveloped in a ball of light.
"Boom!"
The grand doors of the palace opened, and a voice filled with authority emerged:
