The familiar sensation of reconstruction lasted only a fraction of a second before solid ground returned beneath my feet.
I found myself standing atop the endless sea of white clouds where Gerald and I had met before. The peaceful landscape stretched as far as the eye could see, untouched by the outside world.
A dull ache spread through my body almost immediately.
Although the backlash was noticeably lighter than before, my body still needed a moment to adjust. A thin stream of blood trickled from my nose, but it stopped almost as quickly as it had appeared. My regeneration had apparently already begun adapting to the strain of Echo Reversion.
"I figured as much," I muttered while wiping away the blood.
Before I could take another step, space in front of me rippled.
Gerald appeared.
The old man looked at me for a brief moment before his brows slowly knitted together.
"What kind of sick joke is this..."
