Meanwhile,
Aether's consciousness found itself standing in the middle of a vast, desolate desert. The sky above stretched endlessly in shades of pale blue, and as far as his vision reached, everything was blanketed in a shimmering sea of golden sand.
No trees.
No mountains.
No wind.
Just silence and an eerie stillness.
"Just where the fuck am I?" Aether muttered, his voice low and rough with disbelief. His eyes scanned the lifeless expanse around him, his expression twisted in confusion. The last thing he could clearly recall was...
He had been strangling Kai and Leon with fury burning in his veins—and then... his mind had gone blank.
He'd lost consciousness. And now, suddenly, he was here.
But what was this place?
His brows furrowed deeply. Aether knew that when ownership had transferred, something inside him—his soul, perhaps—had taken damage.
