Knock, Knock~

After everything was over, they gathered by the side of a light pink pond. Dressed in light one pieces, the women dipped their feet in the water, kicking it gently from time to time.

Varian, on the other hand, sat in the middle of the lake on top of large lotus leaves with an enlightened expression, as if he had seen through life and death, transcending the joys and sorrows of this mundane world.

"Amitabha." He recited the mantra of an ancient practice and brought his hands together. "Why do we lust for a body that'll perish? There is no sorrow, no joy, no pleasure, no pain. Everything is an illusion."

"Is this what they call…?" Sia rolled her eyes in contempt.

"Yeah. Sage time." Sarah nodded, crossing her arms.

Both of them were tired from the relentless intensity that never stopped. But hey, why was he alone activing like he's been through some torture?