The warm sunlight filtering through Hajin's eyelids was what finally pulled him from the darkness.
He slowly opened his eyes, blinking against the bright, vibrant blue sky stretching out endlessly above him. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, immediately noticing the sweet, fragrant scent hanging heavy in the air.
He wasn't lying on the dirt and ruined roots of the forest floor anymore, instead finding himself sitting in the middle of a sprawling field of wildflowers.
A gentle breeze rolled across the hills, making the bright petals sway like a colorful ocean.
He climbed to his feet, brushing a few stray petals off his clothes while looking around in total confusion.
The oppressive, suffocating pressure of the demonic mana was completely gone, replaced by a peaceful tranquility that felt almost unnatural. There were no towering boundary walls, no ruined trees, and absolutely no sign of the capital.
