A high cliff, covered with clouds like a floor. At the edge of the cliff, an old man sat with his eyes closed in a small hut, and his brow furrowed slightly.

“A guest has arrived.”

The old man got up from his seat, opened the door, and stepped outside slowly, standing with his hands behind his back as he waited.

Sure enough.

Whoooom—tschhh—

A complex magic circle appeared in mid-air, so intricate it could make one's head spin, and light burst forth from within.

Bang!

“What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you not to visit so often? What—”

“….”