Chapter 46. A Dream, A Swing, And An Acceptance

Advik drifted into a dream.

A dream where Shwet had been sitting on a familiar looking swing, hanging down from a tree adorned with purple leaves.

He was in his real form - it was his real face, real body - without any spells changing him. Just like he used to look two thousands years ago.

Countless purple leaves scattered across the meadow and rolled on the ground by the breeze. In the midst of it, Advik stood in a daze. His eyes filled with a burst of overwhelming emotions.

The gust carried away the dancing leaves towards a vast glass-like lake - shimmering by the lights reflecting on its clear water. It was just a hundred steps away from where Shwet was.

He wore white clothes with lavender colored designs of spirals, flora and vines. Even his jewelry and head accessories were made of pearls and silver, giving a stark contrast to the scenery around him.

Shwet looked exactly how he used to.