When he opened his eyes, he noticed that he was in a completely different place compared to before. The battlefield was replaced by a grey stone room. The limp body of the Wind King was gone, as was the army behind him. The shouts in his head had disappeared too.
But most importantly, he could no longer sense any hint of blood aura. Instead, he could feel the magic in his body flowing around. His mind was clearer than ever and the flow of magic seemed even more free compared to before.
"Are you okay?" A voice sounded in his head. It was a familiar sound that he had started to miss.
"Yes, I'm okay. How long was I gone for?" He asked the voice.
"Gone for? You just entered the room. What do you mean gone for?"
