The wind stopped.
The entire surrounding vanished, replaced by a never-ending snow all around him, with a dense snowfall.
It was cold.
Lucien was frozen on his spot, his ears in disbelief at hearing that name.
The voice he heard felt stinging, as if it somehow bypassed his ears and entered his brain.
As if hearing a nonexistent call, he turned around, only to come face-to-face with a massive tree.
The trunk alone was tens of meters wide, and the canopy was not even visible in this snowfall.
Lucien instinctively reached for his sword, but he found nothing.
His sword was gone.
But he was calm.
Too calm for his own good.
"They really succeeded in resurrecting you, Remiel." The ancient, heavy voice echoed in his mind.
"Who are you?" He asked calmly.
If he were his normal self right now, he would have barraged the tree with questions, but he didn't.
It was as if he had all the patience and serenity of the world.
His heart felt at peace, which was scary.
