(PS: I wrote the wrong name before; it should have been Harrov who ascended, I've corrected it).
In the endless Sea of Quanta, there was no accurate concept of time. It might have been three years, five years, or maybe even ten years that Lynn, who had been meditating and pondering the improvement of Divine Arts, opened his eyes once more.
What appeared before them was a lush, verdant forest, towering trees extending into the clouds covering the sky, while serpentine streams meandered below. Surrounding them were myriad small creatures, freely floating in the air with pointy ears, somewhat akin to fairies.
Some tens of meters away, a great hunt was underway. A dozen agile beasts sprinted through the forest, intent on exterminating a group of creatures, while in the turbulent stream, nimble fish twisted their bodies to leap above the water's surface, avoiding their predators' assaults.
