The Space in My Chest

The moment Azour lost consciousness, a radiant light emanated from the right side of his chest, engulfing him completely until he disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, in a distant universe, a powerful deity observed the entire event with indifferent eyes. With a simple gesture of its right hand, a surge of spiritual power altered the course of someone's destiny.

Azour found himself lying on his stomach in the middle of a vast, green grassland. The surroundings were eerily quiet, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of the grass. There were no trees or other plants in sight, just an endless expanse of grass under the bright sun in the clear blue sky. In the distance, a thick mist hung like a barrier, separating the grassland from the rest of the world.

After a while, Azour woke up, his eyes dazed and his eyebrows furrowed. He instinctively reached for his chest, expecting to feel a painful wound, but found nothing. His eyes widened in disbelief. To confirm that he wasn't hallucinating, he lifted his shirt to check, but there was no wound, no blood, nothing. It was as if the monsters he had encountered were merely a figment of his imagination. He sat up, his heart pounding as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings.

A moment later, he managed to calm down and began to analyze his situation with a clear mind. A wild thought crossed his mind, and his eyes sparkled with interest. The panic that had gripped his heart earlier vanished as quickly as it had come.

As Azour stepped into the mist, he found himself in an entirely different world. The air was thick with a sweet, intoxicating aroma that seemed to seep into his pores, invigorating him from within. The landscape was dotted with spiritual trees and plants, their leaves shimmering with a mystical energy that was almost palpable.

He was standing in a field of lush, green grass that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was dotted with various treasures, each one radiating a powerful aura. There were manuals, their pages filled with intricate diagrams and ancient scripts detailing various martial arts techniques. There were pills and elixirs, their containers adorned with intricate designs, indicating their immense value.

Azour picked up one of the manuals, its cover worn and faded. He opened it, revealing pages filled with ancient scripts and diagrams. He could feel a surge of energy as he flipped through the pages, each one filled with knowledge and wisdom passed down through generations.

Next, he turned his attention to the pills and elixirs. Each one was contained in a small, intricately designed container. He picked up one of the elixirs, its liquid shimmering under the sunlight. He could feel a powerful energy radiating from it, filling him with a sense of awe.

In the distance, an infinite tower loomed, its top disappearing into the clouds. The tower was made of a strange, shimmering material that seemed to change color with the light. It stood tall and majestic, a testament to the unknown treasures it held within.

Azour stood there, taking in the sight before him. The spiritual trees and plants, the treasures scattered around him, the infinite tower in the distance - it was all so overwhelming. But despite the unfamiliarity of his surroundings, he felt a strange sense of peace. He knew that he was safe here, in this dimension inside the thick mist, in this space in his chest.