Hajin woke up floating somewhere.
It wasn't the darkness of that time he nearly died, nor was it the memory space where the gods held their meeting, no, this felt entirely different.
The space around him was completely empty, a vast expanse of dark void that stretched out endlessly in every direction, but unlike the cold emptiness he had experienced before, this space felt warm, like being embraced.
He drifted forward, his body weightless, turning slowly in the void until his eyes caught a faint light in the distance.
Curious, he pushed himself toward it, the movement effortless in the zero-gravity space.
As he got closer, the light grew brighter, resolving into a massive, perfectly spherical golden orb that pulsed with a slow, steady rhythm. The mana radiating from it was incredibly dense, washing over him in waves of pure, untainted warmth that felt exactly like the healing magic Vella used, but magnified a thousand times over.
