The magic gate began to glow.
It became brighter and brighter, and everyone present felt a pressure descending from the void as if there was a pair of huge eyes staring at them from above.
Above their heads, however, was just the soil of the cave layer.
But it wasn't an illusion, and even Andonara was staring a little nervously above herself, glancing at the increasingly bright magic gate now and then.
Unlike them, the pressure Roland felt was a different matter.
A mental power that made him very uncomfortable came from the spatial magic gate.
It split into countless mental threads that seemed to be scouting.
Everyone's mental power "flavor" was different.
Andonara's mental power, for example, was sweet, like honey.
Vivian's was apple-flavored.
First Princess Stephanie's felt roughly like a snow pear.
Of course, this was also a personal feeling.
There was a high degree of subjectivity.
