However, unlike last time, the dense fog here had dissipated quite a bit.
The black, fertile land stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by high walls of milky fog, resembling the Minotaur's labyrinth. But while the latter was full of dark, oppressive, cold, and despairing tones, this place was bright and warm, with hope and vitality flowing across the land.
"It looks like it's about a dozen hectares wide, if it's for storage... hmm?!"
Ronan was sighing at the black soil under his feet when a flash of insight suddenly crossed his mind.
He quickly crouched down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it carefully in his hands, his eyes growing brighter.
"Is it real?..."
"Pa—"
His crouched body suddenly disappeared within the space, and not long after, he reappeared, this time with plenty of miscellaneous items in his hands, which he scattered onto the soil before him like seeds.
