Xu Tao's vision flickered for a moment.
One second, he was alone in the desert; the next, he was already standing in the shadow of a giant structure. He craned his neck, trying to glimpse the tower's peak—only to realize it wasn't visible from his angle.
"How tall is this tower?" he whispered in wonder.
As he did, a familiar voice called out from further ahead.
"Sir Tao!"
Looking toward the sound, he saw Jehanne running toward him. Tears filled her eyes, worry etched deeply on her face.
As soon as she reached him, she clung to his frame and patted him down. "Are you alright?! You're battered like a rag!"
"I'm… well, alive." Xu Tao smiled gently, patting the panicked Jehanne's head.
He couldn't exactly say he was fine—not when his whole body ached inside and out. Still, thanks to the lingering effect of the Recovery Pills, he wasn't actually injured.
Only his clothes were so battered they no longer looked presentable. But that was fixed the next second.
