146 Clear

14th December, the year 333 of Dawn Era; the cramped room ushered in silence, its dark atmosphere suffused with a sense of coldness. A faint aura coagulated around the region, twisting and turning, forming into a whole, breaking down soon due to a lack of cohesiveness.

A figure slept on a bed, his face scrunched up in distress. His forehead perspired with sweat, drenching the bedsheet wrapped around. His eyebrows faintly shivered, as if affected by something, preventing a sound sleep from knocking the door.

There was a white fog, broiling around in varying intensity, forming a natural barrier. It covered the landscape, leaving behind only a scrap piece of land, circular in shape, sporting a radius of 10 metres.