The space unfolding before his eyes clearly resembled the [rift] Seongjin had seen before.
However, unlike the previous rift that disordered his vision like a broken kaleidoscope, this place was a static world, like finely crafted glass pieces.
Sections of a frozen world were scattered here and there, so motionless that they seemed like decorative reliefs carved into stone walls.
[This place is…]
[It’s the rift I mentioned earlier. It’s strictly a place with an owner; it’s a personal space where he makes and manages the rules.]
Moreover, surprisingly, this world had a ‘floor’ one could step on. Seongjin stood on the floor, unsure if it was granite or marble, and gazed around in a daze for a moment.
Suddenly, he recalled what Ricardo, possessed by Sigurd Sigurdsson, had said to him:
—In this frozen world, you were the one and only friend who could understand me.
Once, the young bard Laurent had also said something like this:
—Passion! Love! Longing! In that place, I couldn’t feel any intense desires! That’s exactly why my songs left me!
They all spoke of Delcross as a frozen world. But would they say the same if they…