In a state of disorderly darkness, they seemed to be submerged in the deposits of a long stretch of time, when in reality it was only about ten minutes.
Finally, like the first rays of dawn penetrating layers of darkness, their vision gradually restored brightness, indicating that they had successfully stepped into the Shadow World.
Lanci looked around, with Hyperion and Frey standing on his left and right, their faces as familiar as ever, without any change.
His gaze drifted across his companions' faces towards the floor-to-ceiling glass window not far away.
The clear reflection proved that his own appearance was still retaining its original contour.
The scenery outside the window was difficult to discern due to the heavy fog, making everything seem blurred.
Were it not for the few faint fireflies flickering in the garden outside the glass, they might not be able to tell whether it was dawn or late night.