As the warm sunlight filtered through the window and fell on his face, Elias wearily opened his eyes.
His brain felt foggy, and he had no idea how long he had slept, but he had experienced a particularly terrifying nightmare.
He dreamt that Azalea had captured him, subjecting him to endless torment, where he could neither live in peace nor die to escape...
Thankfully, it was just a dream...
As his vision gradually cleared, Elias finally noticed the unfamiliar ceiling beams.
Wait a minute?
A shock ran through Elias as he quickly looked around, only to find that this wasn't his room but a dilapidated little cabin.
"Where am I?"
Due to his weakness, Elias struggled to sit up from the ancient wooden bed. He looked out the window and immediately saw a desolate rural landscape.
Gravel, hills, sparse vegetation—it was clearly a dry climate area.
For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this place...
