Evan's mind was still reeling, cycles, the end of the world, divinity. What in the hell was happening here?
But it didn't seem like his questions were going to find any answers, because in the next moment the reality before him shifted again. This time it was no longer the vast, strange hall.
Now—
He was outside.
Or rather, suspended high in the sky above an unfamiliar land.
The sky was overcast, the air heavy and cold, though he couldn't actually feel the temperature, not truly.
Below him, a wide expanse of green stretched out in every direction, vast and yet strangely familiar.
'This place… is this BranLeaf?' he wondered, taking in the geography and noticing several similarities.
He recognized the forest in front of him, the same one the Earth Dragon had emerged from at the start of this year's beast tide.
He turned, expecting to see the great Stump and the city built upon it. Instead he found something different.
