A gray mist enveloped the luxury residence. Birds flew in swarms from the massive surrounding trees.
Zeryon's large hand caught a wild animal. In a brief moment, the stag's body energy was absorbed to nothing.
He had finished his hunt when the morning sun began to rise. The full moon appeared embarrassed and hid and fled without leaving a trace. In the sky, a white flash appeared. Then turn into blush orange for a fraction of a minute.
Zeryon took a long breath. A sight like this would not be found in the Underworld. He stood there watching the sun rise until the orange hue faded to blue.
He returned to his residence. Early in the morning he walked barefoot, then he entered the house.
"Where have you been? You always make the floor dirty," Heva greeted when she passed Zeryon.
"As usual. I need energy. And I take it from the nature," Zeryon answered casually.
