Fenrir let out a hysteric laugh as he wondered what had happened, but then he decided it did not matter anymore.
This was a new opportunity to learn the secrets behind everything known—and to further increase his power.
He took another deep breath, letting the mana-rich air seep into his lungs. It tingled.
Not like anything he had felt on Earth—no pollution, no synthetic impurities. Just raw, unfiltered energy. It clung to him, humming in rhythm with his pulse.
Beneath his feet, the soil glittered faintly with embedded crystals.
The trees around him were tall, their leaves glimmering like polished emeralds. Flowers swayed despite the still air, exuding a soft light.
A calm breeze passed, or so it seemed—until Fenrir realized it was not wind but pure mana currents flowing through the environment.
He closed his eyes again—not to sleep, but to feel.
