Hao Xuan was surrounded by tentacles from all sides and by the time they receded he was in an entirely different place.
"ARGH!"
The pain rampaging throughout his body was instantly halved and further continued to lessen in intensity. His senses returned one by one and he found himself to be standing in a field of wheat with the sun setting behind some snow-capped mountains to the west.
He slowly reached out and pulled on one of the stalks, watching as it rolled down his hand.
"It's real...?" he questioned absentmindedly, unsure if this was his present or not.
A gust of wind blew in from the east side making the entire field sway back and forth. It was cold, colder than it had any right to be.
Hao Xuan looked down at his body to inspect himself but his mind still couldn't tell the difference. In fact, he was lost in it entirely.