Some minutes later.
Raven cleared his throat as the group stared at him with varying degrees of suspicion, awe, and barely restrained sarcasm.
They stood in a massive, ethereal courtyard made of glowing marble and floating gardens—Arietta's divine domain stretched endlessly in every direction, with stars glittering in a gentle sky overhead.
The air shimmered with dense mana particles, thick enough to see.
But it was quiet.
Too quiet.
Not the awkward-type quiet.
Just the kind of silence where you felt like anything you said might get quoted in a religious text.
"I've gathered you all here today," Raven began, doing his best not to sound like a cult leader, "because we have a once-in-a-lifetime chance to train at a pace that's basically cheating."
"Oh gods, it is a cult," Rufus whispered.
"Shush," Clara replied, half-amused.