Thousands of kilometers away from Agatha, mirrorlike clouds moved at different angles and formed a giant white spear that had the name Welcome to Seol-Mujin in the sky.
Beside it, white birds with tentacle feathers swirled around the spear and began turning it using their large wings.
When they cried, a beam of white fire escaped from their small throats and struck the transparent spear. The fire snaked through the spear from all angles and merged at the tip, then blasted out into fireworks of pure heavenly grace.
Below the glorious display were reflective roads that stretched long without an end. On them, countless men who seemed to be above their thirties walked like gods that cannot be killed.
They flung their colorful robes at the side and smiled whenever they collided with each other.
At the left side of the road, huge translucent towers sprawled there with their sharp edges cutting through the sky and having their own artificial stars beside each one.
