The morning dew slid off the wide banana leaves and dripped onto Luna Sutton's eyelids.
She was startled awake, a dull pain radiating from the back of her head, the last memory being that Mad Dragon tearing through the distorted space rift with her.
Unable to withstand the chaos of the space currents, she passed out and knew nothing after.
"What is this place..."
She rubbed her temples, which were throbbing, propped herself up, and her fingers sunk into the soft grass.
In front of her was a massive valley surrounded by waterfalls, the mist refracting a colorful halo in the morning sun.
In the distance, the clear and melodious cries of birds could be heard, the scent of greenery mixed with the pungent smell of blood lingering at her nostrils.
About twenty feet away, Mael Valerius lay on a rock by the waterfall, the dark gold patterns on the Dragon Horn atop his head completely dulled, eyes vacant, a gaping wound on his chest gushing with blood.
