Magic

Magic

A swirling sensation, as though I were being sucked in. Immediately afterward, I felt soft earth beneath the soles of my feet.

The ground was black and somewhat damp. Even so, the wind brushing against my skin was slightly dry.

When I raised my gaze, I saw a dense forest stretching out before me. Sunlight falling from the false sky barely reached the ground.

Even so, the faint light illuminated the tree trunks, making them gleam. They weren't merely appearing bright because of the shadows cast by the leaves—they were actually reflecting light.

The tree trunks were made of bronze.

Their scaly bark gleamed as it caught the light, almost like mirrors. The leaves swaying overhead were ordinary, yet there was no mistaking that these were no ordinary plants.

An eerie, mystical space greeted us.

The scene was exactly as described, so I switched off the lantern-style LED I had turned on just in case. It was bright enough here.

I drew my sword and gripped it in my right hand, then glanced back at my companions with only my head...