Journey Home
Shen had his eyes closed as he sat on the ground, staining his pure white clothes. There was one fruit in his hand along which he slowly traced his thumb, feeling the rough surface.
Right now he looked like a completely different person from before. That potent aura that turned the entire space cold before was nowhere to be found.
Right now he just looked like a fragile youngster resting after a long journey in the perfect weather of this 'world' they were in.
"Uncle," Ryfon called out.
Shen neither opened his eyes nor made any moves, continuing as usual.
"Why have you come, Ryfon?" Shen's voice rang in his mind.
Ryfon's expression remained as emotionless as ever, "To ask you about her. What do you hope to achieve from all this?"
Shen's thumb paused and opened his burning blue eyes just enough to peer towards the man standing before him.