Viktor waved his hands at the coming car. The car stopped, and he opened the door and entered.
Zane saw Viktor's pale, haggard form. He was about to ask, but Cyra beat him to it.
"Why do you sll like blood? Where did you go?" Cyra asked as she scrutinized Viktor's body from top to bottom.
"See this… beautiful right?" Viktor pointed at the ring on his finger, showing off his treasure.
"Sigh…to get it was hard. And the underwater city crumbled…wait! My face I hope nothing scratched ." Viktor checked his face, and patted his chest in relief, while Zane and Cyra got the whole gist from his nonsensical talk.
"How could he breathe underwater…what is he?" This word was on the tip of Zane's lips, but he swallowed it back, feeling it was not his right to ask others to spill their secrets.
Cyra took his fingers, and her hands touched the ring, feeling traces of blood on his fingers; her eyes flashed with a thought, and to be sure, she had to find out since this thing was not supposed to exist in this ti except hers.
"Focus your mind on the ring, and wish to enter." Cyra's tone was serious as she instructed the blushing Viktor.
'She held my hand…ahh!' these words filled Viktor's thoughts; his inner self was squealing with delight.
"Viktor." Zane called out, seeing his friend's paced out, blushing face.
Viktor turned to him, "Huh?" He asked with a clueless tone.
"The ring!" Zane's words jump-started his brain, and he recalled Cyra's instructions.
He followed her words, and he vanished; Zane was startled but wasn't worried, since he had experienced Cyra's space.
Cyra mistook his expression for worry. "Don't worry, he's in the space ring. He'll be—" she stopped mid-sentence as he reappeared.
Viktor's fingers trembled as he touched the ring. His expression shifted with awe. The sight had left him speechless, unable to find words to describe what he saw.
"Umm…I can't explain…I wish I could show you." Viktor could only say those words; his emotion was still shaken by the unreal fairyland he saw.
"You can."
Viktor turned his head imdiately in her direction, and she continued with her words.
"Make physical contact with us and enter." Viktor's eyes lit up at her words, and then held both of them and disappeared.
Outside, the car drove on, empty, like a ghost gliding through the forest shadows.
Zane blinked, disoriented by the sudden change. His jaw dropped as he took in the breathtaking surroundings.
The walls and floor shimred with glowing water screens, their surfaces alive with aquatic plants swaying gently in invisible currents.
As they walked, they saw a castle built of ice structure, glinting under the light coming from the glowing stones. Zane touched the castle walls, he was in a dreamy state.
Cyra maintained her composure but silently admired the ingenuity of the builder. The underwater castle brimd with vibrant aquatic plants in an array of colours.
Viktor plunged his hand into the water screen, savoring the cool, silky caress. Tempted to dive in, he resisted, rembering his purpose.
He pulled his hands out and let them into the castle; they followed along.
The interior was unexpectedly warm and bare as if its owner had yet to furnish it. A glowing stone chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting crystalline light across the room.
Viktor ascended the stairs to a closed room, pushing open the wooden doors to reveal a trove of mana stones in every colour, shape, and quality.
He studied their faces, relieved to see only admiration, not greed.
Zane barely had ti to marvel before Viktor opened another door, revealing a trove of pearls, crystals, and radiant shells—a hoard of treasures.
And took them to a place, a library filled with books that seed preserved by so energy.
"Were you able to see all these when you entered? How many minutes did you spend." Zane asked with a surprised tone; then his eyes widened, and sothing clicked.
"Mm…I didn't check the ti but I feel it was almost two hours…what's wrong?" He asked when he saw Zane's changing face.
He looked at Cyra, wondering what had happened, "It was two minutes in the normal world when you got back." Cyra explained in a calm tone, not fazed by the ti difference.
"Huh?!" Viktor's eyes widened as he calculated the ti difference. He glanced at his bracelet, noting the hands moved so slowly they were nearly still.
"Ahh! Hahaha…" Viktor scread and burst into laughter, feeling elated. He could stay here and swim around to his heart's content.
Zane glanced at Viktor's enchanting personal space with quiet envy. Feeling Cyra's hand ruffled his hair,
he smiled—not out of jealousy, but wished he had a space like them.
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