"Could it be a house?"
Roger said self-mockingly.
The next second he no longer hesitated, his soul power contracted into a ball, enveloping the entire surface of the mirror.
Sizzle!
The mist dissipated, the smooth mirror surface appeared empty, but as time passed, additional things emerged within the mirror's reflection of nothingness.
It was a wooden cabin built at the edge of the forest.
Surrounded by lush green trees, the morning sunlight filtered through the gaps between the trees, leaving dappled light on the clearing in front of the cabin.
A small plot of farmland had been cultivated there, with thriving crops growing in the field, and two plump little pigs penned in a nearby fence.
The crowing of roosters and barking of dogs painted a picture of idyllic rural life.
"It's really a house, huh?"
Roger murmured to himself. Facing this result, he was not particularly disappointed, as if he was already mentally prepared.
