In the blink of an eye, Darian found himself inside a small world bathed in shades of purple.
The ground was flat like a mirror, and the sky was a deep blue, with a few clouds drifting by, calm and peaceful. It was the kind of place that could make him forget all his problems.
Tir was standing beside Darian. Eleri and Awel also came out, looking around with a hint of admiration.
"Welcome, friend." A gentle voice sounded behind him.
Darian turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe, standing there like a scholar. He was only a remnant soul, not his true form. That world carried an extremely pure, bestial aura. When he was alive, he had been a kind of divine beast connected to the earth element.
"My apologies. I hope I didn't scare you," the scholarly man said, wearing an apologetic smile.
"You're being very polite, senior. What's going on?" Darian asked.
