That same day after the meeting, by nightfall, Nobuharu flew through the wastelands. But the elements were not merciful and were blowing harshly against him, and despite his superhuman abilities, he still felt disturbed by it, as he could barely see anything before him due to the endless sandstorm. He felt these deserts were cursed, and he wished the Druids had found him anywhere else rather than in this place.
These harsh conditions made it clear to him that he was no longer what he used to be. If he had the divine magic he once had in its fullness, he would have been able to control the weather. But he couldn't right now, and it bothered him.
Even with being as strong and fast as he was at the moment, it felt like nothing compared to the courage he possessed back in the fourth dimension (the Spirit Realm).
Memories of his first experiences in the human world began to flood into his mind.
