In a familiar land of lush, green nature and a gentle wind atmosphere, the complete opposite of where Soren had been moments before he lost consciousness, he found himself once again. This was also the second time he had ever been here, as far as he could remember.
The first had been during the annual ritual at the northern temple when his mana had spiraled violently out of control.
And just like before, Soren found himself lying against the thigh of the godlike figure.
Her voice was even gentler than he remembered, so soft that merely hearing it filled one with warmth and calm.
How much more so when she tenderly caressed his hair, as though he were her own child.
He couldn't describe her face since he couldn't see it at all. In his eyes, there's radiant golden light that covers her features completely. Still, Soren could somehow tell and feel that she was pleased to meet him again.
