The second floor of Leila's private cultivation garden was as devoid of spiritual energy as the common spoiled kid's brain was devoid of the concept of consequences.
It was unnatural. It was weird. But…
But, unless it was just some sort of massive prank, there had to be some purpose for us to be here; otherwise, Leila wouldn't invite us.
'Still, if that's how the situation looks like on the second floor, then I don't think we are ready to face what awaits on the third one…' I thought, looking up to the garden's ceiling, struggling to even imagine just what kind of environment awaited us there.
"Do you want to climb even higher?" Clarie asked, most likely too startled by how this lack of interference from the world's spirituality only served to enhance our bond to the point where we didn't even need to open our mouths to have a proper conversation.
