A blinding flash enveloped Bowen's entire body. Then, with a whoosh, he vanished. All that remained were his spilled blood and the imprint of his feet.
"Bowen?" Shira exclaimed in shock. "He disappeared into thin air!"
Bowen initially felt a slight dizziness. Before he could comprehend what was happening, his surroundings went blank. Perhaps because he was still healing, he couldn't react quickly. Or maybe it was a situation beyond his control; he didn't know.
A few seconds later, his vicinity turned white again, but the scenery had changed. He found himself in a forest—a very familiar one. Before him stood the familiar tribal people of Susana.
"Susana bishi..bishi..bishii..! Reee bishiiii!" someone shouted, seeing Bowen sitting in the middle of their camp. Soon, all the Susana tribespeople gathered to greet their so-called apostle.
"Ree..kiliii…jiii bishiii!! Ree bishiii!" the elder chief said, running towards Bowen with the support of his cane.
