Swirling some light matter around his hand. It's getting dark faster now...

. . . / . . . /

You can't be serious.

Finally.

Where...? Guh... What a weird sense of déjà vu...

At least the falling snow can calm the nerves.

Haven't been able to shake that feeling. Something feels off... Like the world shifted.

It was bound to happen again.

Unbeknownst to the cleric, he had wandered into an impromptu sanctuary. If one were stuck at a place like this, the least he could do was make himself comfortable. Which has worked to a degree, but not completely. Tarou gets the feeling he's being watched...

Sigh. Tacky celebrations...