The world beyond the crack bore a striking resemblance to the realm governed by the judge overseeing death. The desert remained the same as before.

"Oh my god... It's hot. So hot..." Illyna murmured, tormented by the intense heat. She contemplated removing one of her outer garments to find some relief.

As a member of the Imperial Family, she had received education in etiquette and culture, and the mere thought of undressing in front of a person of the opposite sex was unthinkable. However, the scorching heat put her in a predicament. In the end, she made the decision to remove her outer garment, revealing the sleeveless outfit beneath.

"Phew... That's better."

The fact that even a Sword Master could not withstand the sweltering heat indicated that the temperature was so extreme that ordinary humans would only be able to endure it for a few minutes at most.

Davey raised his hand and employed a magic spell to measure the temperature of their surroundings. The level of heat? Extremely, unbearably high.

"What's that?"

"A temperature-measuring magic."

"Hmm... So, what's the temperature?"

"It's the perfect temperature for getting steamed to death."

Davey observed as the petals on the buds that bloomed at the tips of his fingers slowly unfurled. After assessing their number, he closed his eyes gradually. Then, he retrieved...