Sylas stepped out of the tower, his expression still quite calm. He didn't know what happened or why it happened, but he chose to throw it to the back of his mind.
The moment he exited, he was buffeted by the sweetest of winds. It wasn't from a bakery or anything, but instead that the nature here was just so… refreshing.
Maybe it was because he was used to city life on Earth, but this felt different.
Of course, he had been through the Trial where he was thrust into the middle of nature. But this still felt different from that. It was like Earth was still healing from scars others had left on it, even to the point its Aether Plane suffered as well.
But this world felt whole. It felt like it was allowed to grow and flourish the way things were always meant to. And it felt like a gardener had been carefully pruning it all along, ensuring it remained perfect and whole.
