Lia's vision flashed. Before she could react, the scorching heat of the hellfire land vanished, replaced by a cool, refreshing sensation that brushed against her skin. The distant roar of flames faded into the gentle sound of flowing water, and a soft breeze slipped past her, carrying with it the faint rustle of bamboo leaves.
They were now inside a small ancient pavilion. Its stone roof was supported by weathered pillars, and at the center stood a round table carved entirely from rock, accompanied by two matching stone seats. Through the open sides of the pavilion, she could see a serene bamboo forest on one side and a calm river flowing gracefully on the other, the entire scene wrapped in a quiet, timeless tranquility.
Lia immediately took a deep breath seeing this scene. She felt refreshed being here.
"Did you make this, Grey?" She asked curiously as she drew in the fresh air.
"Of course not." He shook his head.
