บท 427: Perfectly Happy - III

"The ether here... it's too thin, and almost impossible to manipulate."

The petite scholar looked around, gazing up at the endless spikes and down into the bottomless abyss, murmuring, "How was this world... formed?"

"Is it down there?"

Ansel suddenly asked.

"Uh... about one and a half million meters down."

Flamelle answered casually, "Tyr and the others are already waiting below, Falcon is ascending... oh, we've arrived."

In this eerily silent and bizarre world, suddenly a towering whirlwind surged from below.

Accompanied by a crisp cry, a massive falcon burst out of the dark void below, its wings streaming with blue currents that shredded the unsettling black matter, finally landing smoothly before Flamelle.

"Master, I apologize for the delay."