"Let's go somewhere where no one will interfere," Strax smiled.
The light around him began to pulse more intensely, and Queen Frieren's silhouette wavered, as if the space around her was bending. His mana, neutral and unlimited, began to rise even more - not aggressively, but envelopingly, absorbing the environment as if dissolving the boundaries between matter, spirit and time.
The floor disappeared. The walls disappeared. The roots of the great tree ceased to take shape. The palace disappeared completely.
Everything became a golden-white, ethereal sea, where only the two of them remained - two consciousnesses floating in a dimension created by Strax's will. A realm where nothing could interfere, neither time nor the gods.
Frieren, still in her spectral form, looked around in amazement. Her translucent body trembled with a kind of reverence.
"...You created... this... with your own mana?" His voice was a whisper that rang out in all directions.
