Tears.
He collapsed to the ground. An unending stream of tears was the only thing he could see.
When he felt the air around him, air that wasn't tainted with the smell of blood. It was awkward, but at the same time, it was refreshing.
When he felt the mana in the atmosphere. It wasn't laced with brutality, but rather tranquil as a drifting stream. He felt his mental state clear up just by breathing it in.
There were trees in the surroundings. Green trees and plants. Beautiful plants that weren't laced with poison.
He could only cry.
He couldn't stop himself.
The tears flowed without his permission. It was only after his tear ducts ran dry that he finally stopped.
He stood up.
Now that the tears were gone, he could take the scenery in with fresh eyes.
He walked. He could teleport, but he walked. Teleporting would only lessen the time he could spend admiring the scenery.