Dawn was approaching fast, and the fresh wind of the first dew basked the hue of the adventurers that decided to take a rest at the first checkpoint.
Lyon's eyes fluttered before he got up and his eyes hardly made out what he was seeing before finding out that it was a wall. He glanced over his side and found no living soul inside the room where he had slept.
"They are still as early as before," Lyon smirked before sitting with his legs crossed. He furrowed his brows then closed his eyes. The moment he opened it again, he was ethereal.
Below him was a sea of memories and he was hovering in front of the closed door. The seal had been opened and no more chains were present. It could be open with a simple push, a simple conviction.
Lyon looked at the door with a smile before turning around, "Recuperate first, I will take care of this side of things for now."
"Lyon!"
