As Liang Wei drifted in the realm between consciousness and unconsciousness, flashes of his fallen comrades and their valiant battles played in his mind. Their spirits whispered words of encouragement, urging him to rise and continue the fight. Slowly, his strength began to return, and his eyes fluttered open.
Liang Wei found himself in an unfamiliar place, lying on a bed of soft grass beneath a starry sky. The air carried a scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle breeze caressed his weary body. Confusion and curiosity filled his mind as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
A figure emerged from the shadows, their features obscured by a cloak. The voice that resonated from within sent a shiver down Liang Wei's spine. "You have awakened, Liang Wei," the figure spoke, their tone a mixture of melancholy and wisdom.
Liang Wei pushed himself up, his muscles protesting as he steadied himself. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked, his voice laced with caution.
