Kyle leaped into a narrow pit a short distance from the mountaintop, where his eyes caught sight of the familiar leafless buds sprouting all around him. The herbs, with their earthy hues, blended seamlessly into the surroundings.
He dusted off his clothes, then stooped down to pluck and gather the herbs in his hands. But as he got busy in his task to gather 1,000 Vitalis as soon as possible because the sky had started to turn even darker, behind him, the man dressed in white also entered the pit.
Azazeal's feet hovered in the air before landing on the ground without a sound. His eyes absorbed the scene in front of him. A pit full of rare herbs that grew only because of spiritual energy. He couldn't help but stare at Kyle's back.
'So that's why you dropped into the pit? I was wondering why... when you could have easily avoided it, given that nature favors you as if you are its child.'
