Vanitas sat idly in his seat.
In the VIP compartment, he chose to sit in the very back, occasionally glancing at Astrid, who sat a few rows ahead.
The journey to Estelle, the land of mages, was known for its tumultuous and stress inducing environment that even the players found bothersome.
Magic phenomenons.
Strangely, regular passengers, those without sufficient mana to qualify as mages, were completely unaffected.
The train made its first stop and then continued its journey.
"Which one?"
In other words, which of the phenomenons would he experience?
There were many, but the most troublesome ones were Abyss and Chronoa.
Vanitas stood and made his way to the dining car.
As he entered, a few passengers were seated, chatting quietly or enjoying their meals. Vanitas picked a corner seat, ordered tea, and leaned back.
His mind wasn't on the meal.
The spirits didn't target random passengers, but rather, mages.