Cloud-free skies where the sun could freely spread its glory, a refreshing breeze, perfect temperature, and an overall peaceful atmosphere that couldn't be replicated.
Damien closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It'd be a lie to say he didn't miss this environment. Truthfully, the second his feet touched the ground, he felt like a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
But that was simply reality.
The Cloud Plane was a place where even the ambient mana was laced with a trace of battle intent. Even when one wasn't on guard, they'd subconsciously stay vigilant because the ambient mana forced them to do so. Like this, every second staying in the Cloud Plane could be labeled training.
But it was a kind of subtle training that would only show results in the long run.
Experiencing Apeiron's calm atmosphere was actually the first time Damien even realized the constant tense state his body was previously in.
