The sudden sensation of falling through empty space jerked Hajin violently out of the tranquil spiritual realm.
Crisp forest air rushed into his lungs, driving away the sweet floral fragrance of the boundless meadow with jarring finality.
His back hit the damp earth with a dull thud, sending a wave of stiff protest through his physical muscles.
The transition from the weightless comfort of the inner realm back into the dense reality of flesh felt like being dragged through sucking mud.
Before his blurred vision could even clear the canopy overhead, his honed combat instincts took command of his limbs.
A dark, compact silhouette loomed directly above his face, radiating immense physical density in the crisp morning light.
Hajin reacted on pure survival reflex, planting his left hand into the damp soil and twisting his hips with explosive force.
