"Hmm… This is strange," uttered Seijurou as he stared at his mysteriously blazing green surroundings. He then noticed his footing was stable, but at the same time, he saw that the flooring just merely reflected the neon atmosphere. "And it's quite an astounding kind of magic as well, but this sucks… Why am I suddenly in a place like this?"
Just about five yards away, two other individuals stood still and stared curiously at him. They looked as if they were standing under the bright sunshine in the middle of the day, completely unaffected by the even brighter glow of the environment.
As Seijurou recognized the two to be the silver-haired boy he met earlier and the Wind Spirit he sealed during his training with the Great Witch, the former spoke to him.
