In the temporary camp set up by Carson Flores and the others, the boy who had been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were deep and spirited, with what seemed like lightning dancing in their depths, shining with a terrifying strength.
He floated up from the bed, glanced around, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Quite kind-hearted..."
The boy took a light step, and his body disappeared from the camp, while the prohibitions set up by Carson to prevent others from entering remained completely inactive.
The boy's figure appeared in the air above the pit, casually standing there, looking down.
With a single glance, he took in all the scenes below.
Strangely, although the boy was clearly standing in the air, it was as if no one could see or sense him, not even the Great Land Sovereigns watching over the area had any reaction.
The boy flickered again and his body was atop a distant mountain peak, where he sat cross-legged on a rock.
