"Wow! This looks amazing!"
A young man with hair as white as snow, possessing a slightly above-average appearance, exclaimed in surprise, and surveyed the field around him.
He was dressed in a loose-fitting brown tunic cinched at the waist with a rope, and wore simple leather slippers on his feet, and they didn't mare his appearance but instead gave him a distinct aura.
Silas found himself in a field filled with tall grass that almost reached his waist, and varieties of trees.
He didn't land in the field but instead he found himself standing on his two feet. This made the free falling feeling he has previously to be false.
The first thing that hit Silas was the cool breeze that was blowing in the field, hitting his skin from time to time, giving him slight chills.
He could also smell the smell of greenery and earth in the air.
"Good job, Apollo."
