Soul world.
In front of the stone stele inscribed with the Soul Gate spell, Enzo stood motionless, observed by onlookers who couldn't resist commenting.
"Another fool."
"Hah, these newcomers always think they're special, believing they can perceive the soul world and understand the profound content on the Soul Gate stele."
"How long do you think he'll last before giving up?"
"Speaking of your boring speculations, I'm more curious about one thing: does anyone know where the Crimson Star Tribe is? Their paper and glass are simply exquisite."
"..."
The crowd discussed various topics.
All of them held the belief that Enzo would soon give up.
The fact seemed to be as they expected.
Enzo didn't last long before withdrawing his gaze and walking towards an empty space.
"See, I told you he wouldn't make it."
Someone shouted loudly.
These people enjoyed disparaging others in this manner.
