After a few seconds of chaos, a few seconds which felt like an eternity to Byron, the sounds of rocks falling over others died and the spinning of his head that had blurred his sight stopped. Even the dust cloud that had been making his breathing unsteady was replaced by somewhat of fresh air.
'Am I really still alive, or this is a new body I'm inhabiting?'
Considering how deadly the fall was, Byron didn't believe he was still in... what was the place he was in? It was 'Down the cliff near Drumline castle, right?' Byron didn't believe he was still in Downthecliff.
'If I have transimigrated into a new body, this better be a young master or a perverted pampered prince of the most peaceful and lustful empire where people live enjoying each other peacefully.'
