Fine blinked.

As he looked up at the white domed ceiling that rose higher toward the center, a thought crossed his mind.

What was that construction technique called again?

He was sure he had learned about it in school, but it had been so long that he couldn’t recall. Not that he’d ever been particularly interested in architecture to begin with.

“Aah… what a strange ceiling,” he muttered.

Rising to his feet, Fine took in the tranquil scenery of the shrine, which seemed to soothe his mind. The fact that he had woken up here meant only one thing: he …