At that same time, Eamon was slowly waking up from his bed. The soft rays of the early morning sun filtered through the small window beside his bed, casting a warm glow across the room. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. With a yawn, he stretched his arms above his head and then sat up, letting his feet dangle off the edge of the bed.
Eamon glanced out the window, expecting to see the familiar sights of Ferm—the ruined, deserted city he had known for so long. But what he saw made him freeze. The view outside was not the Ferm he recognized. The once-crumbling buildings were replaced with structures that looked modern and sturdy. Roads that had been cracked and charred were now smooth and well-maintained.
Eamon blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before him. This wasn't the desolate city he remembered. It looked... different. Almost like Akarios Island, but not quite the same.