Kyle's eyes narrowed dangerously as he emerged from the rift that swallowed him, landing on a grassy field. The rift vanished above him, dissolving into thin air.
"What exactly just happened?"
He muttered, his brow furrowed.
"Why did that amethyst-eyed person help me out of nowhere? I was certain I had to fight my way into one of the Doors leading out of the Golden Hall of Light."
His gaze, calm and alert, swept across the landscape. Lush green grass stretched out before him as far as his eye could see.
His nose twitched, but detected only the faint scent of grass and damp earth.
No other presence lingered around him except the faint whisper of the wind.
"The air here is clean. It's infused with spiritual energy and the power of nature. The mana and divine energy in the air are also very pure and abundant."
"So this is the Celestial realm?"
