Ethan felt an immense pulling force the moment he stepped into the pillar of light.
Before he could react, gravity flipped him upside down, sending him hurtling downward. His vision blurred with streaks of green—an endless ocean of towering trees stretching beneath him. The air was thick with the crisp scent of foliage, and the temperature had dropped sharply, leaving his skin damp with moisture.
Compared to the desolate Sea of Death, this place was a paradise. The oppressive weight in his chest eased, replaced by an odd sense of calm.
That is, until he realized just how fast he was falling.
'If this keeps up, I'm going to splatter across the forest floor.'
Without hesitation, Ethan activated Swift Flight Form. His body jerked mid-air, wings of pure energy snapping open as he stabilized just above the canopy. The wind howled in his ears, but at least he wasn't about to become a bloody stain on the landscape.
