Zaroth's consciousness was slipping away, he felt like he didn't have the strength to move a muscle.
That was before something wet brushed across his face.
"Huh?" he muttered, his eyes opening slowly. The first thing his gaze fell upon was Silverfang, the wolf was looking at him with his tongue out, breathing exactly while wiggling his tail.
"You up?"
Before he could look around, a familiar pleasant voice reached out to him,
"Luna?" his eyesight stopped on her figure,
"Am I in my mana core again?" he muttered, eyes starting to scan the surroundings, just like before he was standing on a green, calm ocean.
Letting out a sigh, Luna extended her arm towards him for support.
Zaroth accepted it, getting on his feet.
After confirming that he had indeed found a way back into his mana core, he was about to ask Luna what was so significant about this place. She had spoken many times about how magical it was to be here.
"Look there," she gestured, extending her finger to the sky.
