As Lumian's words reverberated, an inexplicable chill settled over Guillaume Bénet, even in his Spirit Body form.
Simultaneously, a peculiar tug gripped him, causing him to involuntarily convolute and plunge towards a specific direction.
There, a colossal, semi-transparent vortex unfurled, ensconced in a wispy gray fog at its nadir. Within this haze materialized a dimly lit village, populated by spectral forms.
One of these apparitions gazed skyward, noticing Guillaume Bénet's struggle against the vortex's inexorable pull.
His pale-white face instantly lit up with excitement and fanaticism as he shouted, "Oh, my deity, my lord, you're here too?
"Quickly, join us! Hasten your approach!"
The figure belonged to Guillaume Bénet's brother, Pons Bénet.
Sensing Pons Bénet's abnormality, the figures lingering in the dim village looked up at Guillaume Bénet.
