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What's death supposed to feel like?
If you asked Fanen now, he would say it's like the scent of flowers.
Indeed, a subtle floral aroma, accompanied by slightly moist air that seemed hazy, gave a unique sense of relaxation, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.
A faint sound of wind brushed past his ears, a petal swept across his face, tickling him until he sneezed, then suddenly opened his eyes.
What he saw were unknown white flowers covering the ground, and a building whose style closely resembled the structures in Yarn.
Small paths leading to the building were lined with gravestones, offering a peculiar feeling.
Supporting himself, Fanen sat up, gazing at the scene before him, somewhat dazed.
[Hunter's Dream]
These words appeared before his eyes, even the music accompanying them softened, suggesting that this was a place to relax.
Only then did he react, hurriedly touching his body, finding no wounds, no bloodstains, not even any damage to his clothes!
