It felt like losing footing at the edge of a cliff, falling into an abyss so deep its bottom remained unseen.
Ethan's consciousness was acutely aware of this state, yet unable to actively wake up from it, unable to even control the state of his descent.
The fall endured for what seemed like an eternity.
It could have been a matter of minutes or perhaps several hours; Ethan couldn't discern.
Now, he finally saw a glimmer of light.
Before him unfolded a scene fragmented like shattered glass, distributing over pieces of various sizes and shapes.
It was a landscape all too familiar to Ethan — the Abandoned Temple.
"Why has this scene appeared again?"
Ethan was somewhat surprised, a hypothesis simultaneously birthing in his mind.
Could it be that the first trial at the Hot Spring Ruins was conceived in such a manner?
But evidently, this was different from the trial.