His eyes opened wide, a strange ghastly glow illuminating within. With each second, the glow intensified, letting a bright, visible ray of light stretch in the air.
Mira let out a sharp gasp as she lunged towards Lucian. Ignoring her previous worries, she quickly picked his head off the ground and tried to wake him up.
"Tian! Wake up! TIAN!!" Her voice wavered as tears trickled down her face.
***
*Swoosh!*
Suddenly, Lucian felt as though his pain had receded. No, as if it never really existed.
His hands, his body—everything seemed light as a feather, as if they had become free.
Lucian somewhat recalled this feeling; it was similar to what he had experienced five years ago.
He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the blank space ahead. Just like he had expected, he was in the same white realm from before.
"But why now?" He asked himself, thinking about reasons that could've pulled him here.
