Asher's purple eyes recentered the moment he stepped through the portal, his gaze sweeping across the expansive environment they had been transported into. The sensation of transition still clung faintly to his skin, like a whisper of energy that had yet to fade.
He could hear the soft rush of wind brushing past his hair and trailing against his skin, cool and crisp, carrying with it the fresh scent of untouched land. Beneath his feet, the rocky surface felt uneven, coarse, grounding him firmly to this unfamiliar terrain.
The distant sound of water reached his ears, a rhythmic streaming followed by the crashing wave of a nearby water body, a constant echo that mingled with the rustling of leaves and the soft groan of swaying branches. The smell of greenery drifted through the air, trees, grass, damp earth, and raw mountain soil, each scent intertwining to form the fragrance of pure, untainted nature.
