The first thing I noticed was the smell.
Fresh, cold air, rich with the scent of untouched nature. The aroma of grass and leaves blended with the earthy fragrance of damp soil.
Then came the sounds—birds, insects, distant animals.
It was a chaotic melody of "natural" noises, the kind we had long lost after the world fell into desertification.
Slowly, I opened my eyes.
I... was standing in the middle of a forest clearing. Green surrounded me from every direction. Far from the dry, barren wasteland we should've been standing atop.
Everyone else was there too—murmuring among themselves, eyes wide with awe and wonder. Especially the children, who looked the most enchanted.
"Master, I've just reconnected with my satellites. For now, there are no signs of Demons in Hargoth."
Ember reported quickly, standing just a step away.
Of course, I was already aware of this.
