In the midst of a dense, widespread forest, a bright light illuminated the night, leaving a trail of smoke in the sky.
Lying beside a small bonfire, Lucian frowned in his unconscious state. Long, deep lines surfaced over his forehead.
"Umm..." He mumbled in his sleep-like state, moving his body around in uneasiness. All of a sudden, as he turned his body to the left, he extended his right hand all the way. His palm reached the freshly burnt coal leftovers of the bonfire, toasting the edges of his fingers in an instant.
As the sharp pain surged through his bones, Lucian let out a loud, sharp shriek. His eyes snapped open in agony, but almost instantly, his voice died down. It was a voluntary withdrawal that Lucian chose upon seeing the starry sky and the edges of the tree branches—full of striking green leaves of the spring.
