"Nayomi."
His voice made her look at him.
"I want to visit the Spirit World."
Nayomi blinked. "You what?"
Akamir stood straight, folding his arms. "I want to visit the Spirit World. If my crown is connected to it, then I want to see it for myself."
Nayomi narrowed her eyes. "That's not something you just visit on a whim, Akamir."
"I know," he replied calmly. "That's why I'm asking you."
For a moment, she was silent. Then she floated closer, her face inches away from him.
"The Spirit World is dangerous. Even for someone like me, who can traverse it naturally," she said slowly, making sure he could hear her clearly.
"It's not just a different plane of existence, it's something greater. You might enter thinking you're yourself—and leave as someone else."
Akamir didn't flinch. "I am not as weak-willed as you think."
Nayomi sighed, touching her temple. "Do you even know what you're looking for in there?"
