The entire world had now completely transformed into something bizarre.
What was originally daylight in the sky had turned into twisted colors, as if various luminous paints and pigments were casually splattered across it. Within the distortion of light and shadow, one could see scenes resembling clouds, the sun, and the sky.
The ground beneath their feet also rippled and twisted like oil on water, shimmering with nauseating colors.
All around, flowers, grass, and trees—everything was changing.
A black Flying Bird made of light and shadow flew past him.
Looking at the bird flying by, Alka's expression completely darkened.
"Isn't this... isn't this a shadowy Flying Bird?" Lucilia asked, surprised, as she watched the bird fly past them.
Chadite also felt the changes around them, the kind he had once experienced in the Dream Realm.
He turned to look at Alka.
"What's going on here?"
