For an unknown span of time, Damain watched himself trekking along a narrow path in a dense forest. During this journey he experienced spring, summer, autumn, and winter, and now he was in his second summer.
Somehow he never questioned a thing or stopped. He just kept walking despite his aching and bleeding feet.
Thankfully, all that hardship came to an end as he reached the edge of the path. Ahead of him stretched a field of flowers of various kinds, with a few rocks protruding from the ground.
On one of them, a familiar figure sat. His limbs and neck were bound with chains rooted into the ground.
"Lin Qui?" Damain called out the name with a gasp.
This was the last person he expected to meet here. But then he paused and looked at himself. He was wearing the same hanfu clothes he had worn during his fight with Duke Haborym.
Lin Qui glanced at him upon hearing his name, shock written across his face, leaving Damain further confused.
