I had wound up somehow in another place that was definitely not the Whispering Wilds.
A second ago, everything was normal—I finally saw Sara's face in what felt like centuries—but the next moment, it was like reality just twisted.
The air here was different: to be honest, it was sweeter but heavier, and laced with the scent of blooming night flowers and a vague crackle like static before a storm.
My boots pressed on something soft and yielding; moss, or organic carpet, that gave in under my weight like it was breathing out.
There were little to no forest canopy over my head, and I wasn't hearing distant calls from the Amazons.
Just this strange, glowing alienation that made my skin prickle…
[Ack! I got transmigrated into another world again?!]
The thought slammed through my head, as pure panic began to spike my pulse.
{Negative: Master is still in Elyndor.}
Thanks Sys for that reality shot!
I let out a shaky breath…
