The soft breeze swept across the world that was now owned by the Goddess of Thunder Dragons. The chirps of the birds, the pleasant scent of fertile soil, the greenery of the forests… it was all ethereal.
Unlike the wasteland it had been a few minutes ago, Aftermath now seemed like the paradise it had been when Alex entered.
The mountaintops, valleys, and rivers… the epitome of mesmerizing scenery. It was perfectionism.
Suddenly, Alex and Roxie came to their senses.
"What happened?"
"What happened?"
They asked simultaneously, gazing upon the mesmerizing scenery of the reconstructed world. And, of course, upon the sweet smiles of both Druk and Procella, although they had been in dire condition.
Druk and Procella glanced at each other before the navy-robed lady stepped up. "Did you… not see anything that occurred?"