As the shattered trial world dissolved into a stale void, Xiao Ming's body felt a gentle pull, a soothing embrace of unseen energy.
Xue Mao clung tightly to his shoulder, its fur bristling as if still wary of danger. The Blood Ant General stood stoically nearby, its crimson eyes unblinking as its tiny soldiers reassembled in tight formation around their leader.
The transition was seamless, the oppressive weight of the trial world giving way to a tranquil, almost ethereal sensation.
"Little Ming, hold steady!" Xue Mao cried, though its tone carried more relief than panic.
The snow cat's claws dug into Xiao Ming's shoulder, its tiny body trembling with a mix of exhaustion and lingering fear.
Xiao Ming barely registered the words. His body, battered and drained, floated effortlessly through the transition.