Alex found himself back in his world.
On a street of Avaloria.
People walked with their families, chatting and laughing freely under the midday sun. Shops were open wide, vendors calling out prices with cheerful voices, customers haggling good‑naturedly over fresh produce and gleaming trinkets.
The smell of fresh bread, roasted meat, spiced street snacks, and blooming flowers from nearby carts drifted through the air, mingling with the faint metallic hum of mana crystals.
Zenith Academy cadets patrolled the area in neat formations, their uniforms crisp and spotless, eyes sharp and vigilant, hands resting lightly on sword hilts, ready to respond if another danger appeared from the shadows.
Parents led their children toward schools, holding hands or carrying small bags, voices filled with encouragement and laughter. Roads hummed with hover‑cars gliding past in orderly lines, their engines purring softly, lights blinking in rhythmic patterns.
