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Elias Ayla POV:

It is dark.

It is cold.

It is hot.

I can breathe, and yet at the same time, I can't.

I fear this darkness, and yet at the same time, I am embracing it as it is doing so to my body.

My body?

Gu-Gurgle.

Hmm, this feels nostalgic, like that time...

That time?

When did I feel such a thing, I wonder?

I can't remember, can I remember?

Do I have a memory? How am I thinking...?

Hmm, now this sure is complex... I guess I'll sleep my worries away.

Huh, what's happening?!

I felt my body rushing, ascending with an immense speed and then stopping in place.

"Ah?" I sighed, hearing my voice after what felt like an eternity.

Shaking my head to the right and left I muttered, "Huh, where in the hell am I?" What stretched in front of my temples was a parcel of white ground while the atmosphere seemed to be filled with purple-into-white surges of mana currents flowing everywhere in this space.

I then began walking aimlessly.

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