The instant he came to his senses.
“……”
Yoo Seongwoon found himself inside the City of the Void.
“…As I thought, I can’t really remember the moment I entered the painting.”
Gio had once turned the people he encountered in the Kingdom of the Deep Sea into paint and helped them escape.
Something similar had probably happened this time, but just as those people had testified back then, Yoo Seongwoon could not clearly remember the time he had spent as paint.
‘I think it felt like becoming a living inanimate object, though.’
Since that was a thoroughly contradictory description, it was hardly a clear impression.
“By the way, did Gio notice me?”
Yoo Seongwoon recalled what had happened just before he entered the City of the Void.
‘A transparent hand reached out toward me.’
Something that could be recognized as a “transparent hand,” though it was not actually visible, had greeted Yoo Seongwoon, its pitch-black suit sleeve standing out. Unlike the many hands from the incident involving Hunter Park Eungyeom described in the official notice, its gesture had been extremely courteous.
‘For some reason, the gesture resembled Gio’s mannerisms….’
Gio carried himself with the composure of someone who had undergone rigorous education or training. His movements resembled those of a noble or a soldier, and the gesture extended by the City of the Void was just like them.
“…It couldn’t have been Gio himself.”
It had not felt familiar.
“Did…