"...not right."
"...calculations were perfect...!"
"...body isn't used..."
"...throw it!"
"They're waking up...!"
On a large circular platform, engraved with the same magic circle that had appeared on the mountaintop, four unconscious people were laid out in a circle—their heads close to one another.
Haruki was the first to wake.
He pushed his aching body upright, holding his head in pain as the familiar searing of his soul made his eyes twitch involuntarily. It felt as though such pain shouldn't be possible, and even if it were, he should be rolling on the ground, flailing and screaming.
But shockingly, he found he could silently bear it all.
And his heart trembled.
"Urgh, wha—?" A cold yet confused feminine voice, tinged with a hint of seduction, sounded next to Haruki, making him sharply turn toward its source.
