Akamir's vision blurred.
"Hmmm?"
As the world settled down, he found himself in a different place.
'.....'
The world of utopia.
Everything looked beautiful, shining in a hue of golden.
A tall field of golden wheat stretched in front of him to infinity.
At the very end of the field was an enormous golden tree.
A tree whose branches covered the entire place.
'Is this the memory of the Artifact?'
Akamir wondered, rubbing his chin.
"Hey?"
A sound from behind made him panic and look behind him.
A beautiful tall lady stood in front of him with long black hair and skin paler than paper.
Her eyes were molten gold that stared at him.
"What are you doing here?"
Akamir opened his mouth to speak only to notice something.
'She isn't talking to me?'
He slowly moved out of the way as she began to walk.
And just as he expected, the woman moved past him and stopped in front of a man.
'An elf?'
Akamir thought, observing the golden-haired man.
