Thunder rumble the whole night and when it calmed down, the heavens had already been split.
A jagged fracture tore through the sky and space itself peeling back like fragile glass.
From that wound, a lone figure stepped through, his robes untouched by the violent turbulence behind him.
His boots met the earth with quiet authority.
He paused to draw in a slow, deliberate breath, he let the air fill his lungs, savoring it as though it were the finest wine.
"…So this is it," he murmured, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. "The scent of an untainted realm."
His exhale carried something close to reverence.
A second figure emerged moments later, a young woman. The moment her gaze landed on him, her expression twisted in open disgust.
She recoiled a step, sleeves flicking as though to brush away something unclean.
"What a pervert," she snapped coldly. "Keep your distance."
The man only smirked faintly, neither denying nor acknowledging her accusation.
