When Seol Jihu first saw the drawing, he thought, ‘I can’t tell what she tried to draw.’

And at the same time, an inexplicable fear and displeasure welled up inside him. It was the kind of fear that humans instinctively felt when their brains experienced something beyond their capacity.

Just holding the drawing in his hand caused his body to cry out in discomfort. He wanted to rip it into shreds or burn it into cinders.

Just as he unknowingly strengthened his grip on the paper—

“Take a deep breath.”

Philip Muller’s subdued voice rang out in his ears.

“The intense repulsion you must be feeling right now is a natural reaction as a living being existing in the Middle World. The same goes for that miss.”

The Middle World did not tolerate the Astral Phenomenon. In other words, what Seol Jihu was feeling right now was the emotion that the Middle World had against the Astral World.

“….”

Seol Jihu had to admit, he couldn’t act so weak when he didn’t even look at the real thing like Oana. Moreover, that was the place they now had to enter.

Although Seol Jihu strongly wanted to avert his gaze, he suppressed this desire and slowly scanned the drawing.

‘I don’t see a bamboo forest or an ocean….’

First, the drawing practically had no blank space. Any spots that could be...