Nox blinked his eyes a couple of times, trying to adjust to the intense light shining down on his face. He could vaguely make out the shadow of a woman's face staring at him, but with the light behind her, it was nearly impossible for him to discern her features—only the hair cascading down her face.
Despite that, the person had a very pleasant scent that Nox thought was familiar. It was reminiscent of jasmine and sandalwood, with a hint of lotus blossom. The scent was very intoxicating, and Nox thought he would never get bored of it.
Just then, before he could ask where he was, a familiar melodious voice rang out.
"When are you planning on using that skill, stupid Varsal? They're starting to believe you're actually gone."
Gradually, Nox became accustomed to the light and could make out more of the woman's features.