For the second question, Ben's response speed was noticeably faster.
So much so that his answer almost appeared simultaneously with the surrounding transformation.
The previously empty pure white silently melted away like snow.
This cool transition was truly in harmony with his manner of speaking.
Most importantly, once the pure white disappeared, the feast previously spread on the table had yet to return.
Replacing it was a long table, slightly less white but gleaming with a strange luster.
Further away, there were chairs, a sanctuary platform, and in the middle, a giant emblem that felt extremely familiar—a replica of the Finger Ball in Ben's hand.
This empty place, where almost everything was the same color, was clearly a religious building of moderate size.
At a glance, almost every part was permeated with sacred purity, untouched by filth.
Most impressive of all were the layers of snow-white draperies hanging from the dome, encircling the entire building.
