Trees.
Loads and loads of trees.
Nothing but an endless, suffocating barrage of wood and leaves.
Except this time, I was flying through them. Not voluntarily, of course. The wind summoned by Aunt Hua was simply that overwhelmingly strong, a localized hurricane designed to treat human bodies like autumn leaves.
And the trees? They were equally unforgiving. I knew this as a verifiable fact because I kept forcefully smashing through exactly three distinct, massive trunks before gravity finally took pity on me.
I collapsed onto the forest floor, my lungs completely empty, genuinely praying for some stray bolt of lightning to strike me dead rather than force me to endure one more passing second of this immense physical pain.
It took me a full five minutes before my brain could successfully command my limbs to move. With a groan that sounded more animal than human, I finally pushed myself up from the dirt and took in my surroundings.
