The Six Seals (1)

First, he feels the wind blowing on his hair, waving it. Then he hears the lapping of the waves. Slowly, his nose picks up the scent of grass.

He opens his eyes. 

He could feel the wind breeze by his cheek, the sound of the rustling of the grass, and the smell of green all round him.

A grassy plain as far as he can see. 

Up ahead, a bird is flying with its mate, chirping. The sound of the waves hitting the shores could be heard. 

However, what attracts his attention is the tree in front of him. A large tree, almost as large as a castle and height that reached the clouds.

Its leaves are golden, and the trunk gives off a feeling of power.

'Is this you, Amara?' Arial said, looking left and right. He knows he just went asleep, how could he suddenly be in the middle of plain.

Then, this must be an illusion. But who would create such an elaborate illusion? He only knows one person that can do illusion at these scales.