With tears glistening on his face and a fresher batch falling whenever he blinked, he landed on his knees with a thud on the floor of the realm different than the regular one.
He was at the realm of werewolves, nothing new but the situation and the crisis for which he wanted to find solution for was definitely new and surprising.
"Welcome back, my son." The Goddess had greeted the man in distress. Sniffling, he looked up at her flying form draped in perfect white, her glowing form almost taking away the stress from him.
Almost.
"What just happened with me?" He asked out bluntly, eyes closed and feeling the scene play against his closed eyelids like a horror scene stuck inside a fragile child's mind.
"I do not have an answer for that." She said, faking genuineness.
"Please, I do not have the energy to find the answers myself, Goddess. Please, please, please." He desperately clutched his hands together and prayed earnestly.