Hajin awakened somewhere unlike the darkness or stolen divine memory he had entered before.
An endless void surrounded him, and its emptiness felt warm plus protective rather than hostile.
He drifted weightlessly until a light caught his attention in the distance.
He pushed toward it with effortless movement through the weightless dark.
The light resolved into a huge golden sphere whose steady pulse washed him in pure mana.
That mana resembled Vella's healing magic magnified one thousand times over.
He drifted to the orb's edge, then squinted against the glare until his eyes adjusted.
Beneath the swirling golden surface floated a shape his mind refused to accept at first.
'What the hell am I actually looking at right now.'
Inside the orb, suspended perfectly in the golden liquid, was the Goddess of Reincarnation.
Her folded wings surrounded a fragile sleeping body identical to the woman from the flower field.
