Chap2
He sat down, still feeling like hell, but his body began to adapt. The pain didn't vanish it settled, heavy but bearable, enough for him to move his naked body.
He rose with effort and finally saw them: endless summits, jagged and gleaming under a pale light. Enormous tree roots pierced through the peaks, binding them to an even greater one far above.
He wandered for a while, trying to make sense of it all. But the more he searched his mind, the less he found. No memory. No reason. Only a single voice lingering in the dark, someone calling his name: Mo Ling.
Mo Ling looked to be in his twenties. His skin was pale as porcelain, his long dark hair falling loosely around a face too refined to be called ordinary. Verdant eyes glimmered beneath his lashes, giving him an air of quiet nobility that his frail frame could barely uphold.
He steadied himself, then began the slow descent, hoping the mountain's foot would offer more answers than its heights.
The descent was far from easy. Each step sent tremors through his legs. Loose stones skittered beneath his feet, forcing him to steady himself against the ancient roots that veined the mountainside. The mist thickened as he went, swallowing the path ahead until the world shrank to the sound of his breathing.
Yet he pressed on. The pain dulled into a steady rhythm, almost comforting in its persistence. Then, somewhere beneath the exhaustion and the ache, a ghostly howl tore through the mist.
A sudden current of air surged from nowhere, slamming against him and freezing him to the bone. Mo Ling shivered uncontrollably, instinct taking over. He turned and ran upward, out of the white haze. His ragged breathing echoed across the summit, and by the time he stopped, his bare feet were raw and stinging, but at least not bleeding.
Strangely, the agony that had once immobilized him was fading. The pain that had ruled every movement now lingered only as a dull annoyance. 'I can finally think clearly,' he realized. It was the first complex thought he'd had since waking in this strange world.
Still clueless about his situation, he walked to the nearest root and sat against it. Oddly, its surface felt warm, almost alive. A sense of comfort washed over him, along with an overwhelming fatigue.
'Maybe I'll remember something after sleeping a bit' he thought as his eyes grew heavy and he fell into soundless slumber.
As he drifted into sleep, a dark blue window flickered into existence before his face.
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