Meanwhile, Lein sat leisurely above the sky, floating atop a plush sofa that clearly wasn't from this world—as if crafted from compressed clouds shaped by high-level magic.
A gentle breeze swept through his long robe as his eyes lazily gazed toward the horizon, where aurora colors danced endlessly.
Several of his clones stood nearby, each holding a glowing golden chest. The light radiating from the surface of the chests was so intense it outshone the surrounding stars.
Their surface wasn't made of ordinary metal—but sky-forged material, a divine-grade substance that reflected light with unpredictable patterns, shifting color depending on the angle viewed.
Sparks of cosmic light twirled around the chests, like fragments of stars that never got the chance to explode. In the center of each chest's lid, a silver seal in the shape of a planetary ring pulsed slowly, exuding an aura that pierced the subconscious.
