A span of white light flashed into Leon's eyes when his eyelids fluttered. Irregular shapes flew around him like birds, while a water-dripping sound echoed from every direction.
Footfalls and laughter caught his ears when he tried pushing himself up.
"Haha, what are you still doing on the ground, Leon?" An Lang's joyous voice echoed, followed by a tap on the shoulder.
"Who is there?" Leon's own voice echoed back like a drum when he whirled his gaze around. "An Lang, is that you?"
A stone-falling sound echoed when a second tap landed on Leon's right shoulder. "Who else could it be, lover boy? Hahaha."
The moment Leon lowered his gaze, a transparent land caught his eyes. Beneath it were countless Devilish Goats, Syrs, and silver-skinned Serakels, screaming and thrashing themselves on the transparent ground as if they wanted to set themselves free.
"Leon, Leon, Leon." An Lang's voice echoed multiple times, each one having its own tone and emotions. "Get up!"
