Holy Disciples

A massive mirror portal stood in front of them. This was the entrance to the Dimensional Blessed Lands. The Federation had used a locating crystal to find its spatial coordinates. At the same time, a few youngsters laid unconscious by the portal, their limp bodies sprawled across the ground.

Gigantic and oddly-shaped celestial bodies were visible in the sky here; some even felt considerably close to the ground, appearing at the end of the horizon. It was as if one could hop right onto that planet if one took a big enough leap.

Other than the huge mirror portal, there was only silence and barren land around them. The Fifth Dimension was too vast and endless; such desolate places were almost too common.

These few youngsters had fainted for God knows how long. Suddenly, a ray of light lit up the place, and a man with a silvery glow surrounding him advanced toward them.