Rivalry of Nine tailed Fox and Divine beast of Luck

A wisp of fresh air lingered at the tip of his nose, filling his body with vitality and strength. Ren looked at the lush expanse of vibrant greenery that seemed to stretch on for eternity. Towering trees with leaves of the deepest emerald cast dappled shadows across the forest floor, creating a mosaic of light and shade that danced with every gentle breeze. 

There was a clear path worn into the grass from constant walking. Ren's mind was blank, the previous ache in his limbs forgotten. His feet carried him toward the outer edge of the emerald forest. He dazedly looked around at the strangely familiar yet unfamiliar scenery.