The place before him was ruled by solemnity and authority.
Though he had never experienced it before, Messiah immediately understood what it was.
"Order in the court. Defendant, do you have anything to say?"
From a high position, the judge spoke in a voice that seemed to crawl along the floor as he glared down at the accused.
It was a courtroom.
Messiah's gaze was drawn to a long-haired girl standing beside her lawyer.
She was clearly a Westerner, but from Messiah's perspective it was impossible to determine her nationality.
And at that moment, the trial that would twist reality itself had already begun.