Unfit Altar

The stars brightly illuminated the night's sky. 

Shining like thousands of jewels scattered across the skydome, they cast a gentle, silvery light over the forest. 

And in a small clearing of that forest, Vaner squatted down while overlooking the fire. 

'It's so chilly,' the man thought, wrapping his hands around his shoulders and rubbing them. 

Not even his cultivation could stop this chill. Because rather than coming from the cold temperature, it came from how different the area around him was. 

Only two days after the world came to a likely end, Vaner was stuck in the early part of the borderland. 

His healing abilities were pretty potent. And yet, his body was still covered in scars, unable to keep up with Vaner's pace. 

For even wound that would heal, he would acquire two more.