Answer - III

The oppressive terror within the Nostrom has inexplicably dissipated, leaving this vast alchemical fortress seemingly deserted, devoid of any living presence. 

Ansel placed his hand on the doorknob, beyond which lay a place he had not set foot in for six long years.

"..."

Click.

With a calm expression, the young man pushed open the door and stepped into the light screen, arriving at a place he could never forget—a sea of flowers. 

Amidst the seemingly endless array of vibrant blooms stood a wooden cabin, with a long swing hanging outside. 

Nothing had changed; time appeared to have frozen six years ago, in the blissful days when Ansel was unaware of the world's harsh truths.

The young Hydral walked slowly through the vast sea of flowers towards the humble cabin. 

His pace was slow, as if trudging through mud, despite the soft and colorful flowers beneath his feet. 

His thoughts tormented him almost to madness along the way.