In the darkness connected to the World Tree, the Prophet was walking towards the center of the World Tree. The space, formed by overlapping dimensions, seemed endless.

"..."

He suddenly stopped in the middle of the long corridor.

He raised his hand and looked at it. Even in the darkness, he could see the glistening black scales.

"...Lizard."

Black scales sprouted like those of a lizard. His fingernails were sharp like claws, and there was a solid, hardened feeling, as if he were wearing several layers of protective gloves.

Swipe—

When he touched his head, he felt something unfamiliar and …