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When Kizuato, the strongest warrior on his team woke up, he found himself in the same, fantastical scenery that Truhan and Celica had experienced. His friends were there with him, asleep, or maybe completely unconscious. The air was thick, and his mechanical armor ended breaking apart into pieces. He knew nothing about these items, and Meiji was missing, nowhere to be seen either.
"What in the world happened here…" Kizuato muttered, trying to recall the bright light that sucked them all into this world. "This is… Cough, it must be the Spirit's Plane? Their world? It is… as bright as I imagined. But the air is so thick… Ugh, and filled with energies. Hey! You guys!"
Kizuato desperately tried to wake up his friends, putting his divine swords on their sheaths as he began moving them, using basic divine healing spells, or anything on them, but aside from learning they were still breathing very weakly, he couldn't wake them up.
