Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The darkness persisted.

A suffocating, pitch-black void where nothing could be seen.

The frustration of being trapped in such an emptiness pressed down on me.

The longer it lasted, the more it grated on my nerves, irritation bubbling up uncontrollably.

Crack.

A fracture appeared in the darkness.

It looked just like the scene when the master had struck the barrier of the Abyssal Pit.

The crack, stretching like a spider’s web, slowly spread across my entire field of vision.

Before long, the fractured surface shattered into countless shards, restoring my sight.

Crackle—

Like crushing charred remains or breaking apart an eggshell, the entire space splintered, and light seeped through.

"Ugh…"

The sudden brightness stung. It was so blinding that my eyes instinctively shut against the harsh light.

"What…?"

Struggling to adjust, I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and slowly lifted my upper body.

As I propped myself up, my other hand brushed against something unfamiliar.

A strange texture.

Looking down, I saw wild grass beneath my fingertips.

The moment I recognized it, all my dulled senses surged back to life.

The scent of grass filled my nose from every direction.

The rough texture of the weeds against my palm.@@novelbin@@

The faint aroma of the forest, the chirping of birds, and the warm rays of sunlight filtering down from the sky.

The sheer peacefulness of it all felt… unsettling.

"What…?"

What kind of situation was this?

I was suddenly in a forest. How the hell did this happen?