Uproar in the Ancient world

In the hushed ambiance of Princess Shuri's personal chambers, suffused with the delicate fragrance of healing herbs, Eric slowly regained consciousness.

The events of the past days, his encounter with the weapon spirit Amara, the disappearance of the yin-yang sword saber into his Soul Space, and his unwitting journey into the realm of divine Dao seemed like a vivid dream.

As his senses sharpened, the familiar, yet momentarily foreign, surroundings began to solidify around him. The touch on his palms was tender, grounding him back to reality.

The servant beside him, with her gentle care and undivided attention, struck a chord in his memory. Her visage, though camouflaged beneath the guise of a servant, couldn't disguise the warmth that only one person could emanate. "Thea?" he whispered, disbelief coloring his tone.