Fujiwara Makoto had just entered the mysterious portal when the wound in her abdomen stopped hurting.
The woman holding her wasn't very strong; she only ran a few steps before she couldn't keep it up and had to rest Fujiwara on the grass by the roadside.
Fujiwara propped herself up and inspected her wound. The bloody cavity of her belly was covered by her clothing, and she didn't dare to look at it. Instead, she thought about conjuring some catgut and needles to stitch herself up, but when she reached out, the purple glow of her magic power didn't appear.
Had her ability failed?!
She panicked a little and tried again to no avail. Then, she looked around and realized she was in an inexplicable place, with cliffs hanging over a sea of clouds. Far away, next to the plateau, a huge white object was lying there, amusing itself by flicking boulders like marbles.
"Who are you?!" Fujiwara demanded in Japanese.
