The World Tree and the Goddess Fight Over the mage

A temple made entirely of pure white exuded a sense of divinity.

Franz stood in a place that looked like it belonged in a grand tapestry or a bard’s epic.

“What in the world happened…?”

He remembered breaking the seal and trying to pick up the spear blade that had fallen to the floor.

But he had no memory of anything after that. He had simply come to his senses and found himself here.

So he had no way of knowing why or how he had arrived in this place.

Franz looked around as he walked forward, and it wasn’t long before he encountered someone.

It was a woman with sparkling blonde hair that cascaded down to her waist, looking as if it were embroidered with gold.

She was wearing a modest dress that suited the temple’s aesthetic perfectly.

It just didn’t feel modest because the dress had a sheen to it, as if it were made of silk...