Thousands of kilometers away from Agatha, mirrorlike clouds drifted at varied angles to form a giant white spear. In the sky, the words *Welcome to Seol-Mujin* glowed upon it.
Beside the monument, white birds with tentacle feathers swirled around the spear and began turning it with their large wings. When they cried, beams of white fire escaped their small throats and struck the transparent glass. The fire snaked through the spear from all sides and merged at the tip before blasting out into fireworks of pure heavenly grace.
Below the glorious display were reflective roads that stretched without end. On them, countless men who seemed to be in their thirties walked like immortal gods. They flung their colorful robes to the side and smiled whenever they collided with one another.
