When I wake up, I'm convinced I've died — which, to be fair, wouldn't be surprising. The last thing I remembered is light, fire, Yan's heartbeat slamming against mine, and the distinct feeling that I had just defied every cosmic law in existence.
Now I am lying on something soft. Grass? Clouds? A very confused celestial cow?
The air smelled sweet, clean, and… suspiciously not like demon blood or burnt ruins.
I groaned, sitting up slowly. "Okay, if this is the afterlife, points for aesthetics."
The sky above me glowed with a soft violet, scattered with floating islands that drift lazily among golden mist. Rivers of light snake through the air like glowing ribbons. Somewhere, a bird that looks like a phoenix but screams like a rooster caws.
"Ten out of ten," I muttered "Heaven really went all out."
Then I notice the robe I'm wearing. It's new. Untorn. White with blue embroidery. My hands are unscarred and my chest? No burning mark.
That's when panic hits.
"Yan?"
