Hajin studied the girl above him as strength returned to his limbs.
Her cyan hair spilled over one shoulder in a smooth curtain, bright against the endless flower field, while concern clouded the yellow eyes he remembered.
The ring world looked exactly the same.
Flowers stretched to every horizon beneath the hazy sky, a mild breeze carried their sweet scent through the grass, and no wall marked the edge of her beautiful prison.
"I didn't expect to see you again so soon," the spirit said, keeping both hands against his shoulders.
Warm mana continued to seep through his clothes and enter the hollow places inside his core.
"What happened to you this time? Your mana is practically hollowed out," the spirit asked, her eyebrows drawing together.
Hajin opened his mouth to explain the second summoning, Loccy's conversion, and the enormous cost of constructing her new body.
The explanation reached his tongue but never left his mouth.
