Amon looked in surprise at Milmina, who had already risen from that high stone "throne." A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes, molten like crystals: "Why did you retract your avatar ahead of time? Did something go wrong with the exploratory operation over there?"
"No… the exploration is still ongoing. I came back early," Milmina's figure stood in the defied Court like a lighthouse. In the cloudlike hem of her dress, countless magic symbols flickered in and out of sight, overlapping and recombining—but unlike in days past, all those symbols now manifested in a kind of "double image" state, their hazy edges diffusing layer upon layer of phantasm. The "Supreme Magus" tilted her head, glanced at the Holy Giant Stag beside her, and gently rubbed her forehead. "Ran into a bit of a problem. I need to… recalibrate myself."
"Something went wrong!? Are you alright?" At this, Amon immediately grew tense. "Did something over in the War God's Divine Realm have an effect on you?"
