Darkness swallowed Lumian whole.
For a fleeting moment, he felt weightless,adrift in a void without direction, without time.
Then, gravity returned.
He crashed onto solid ground, the impact sending tremors through his bones.
Slowly, he pushed himself up, his golden eyes piercing through the suffocating gloom.
The air was thick, humid, and strangely warm.
It smelled old,ancient.
Like a place that had been untouched for centuries.
But beneath that…
A familiar scent.
Faint, but unmistakable.
He narrowed his eyes.
He knew this scent.
But he couldn't quite place it.
"Where the hell am I?" he muttered
"One thing was for sure, I am no longer in the training room. The Augmented reality technology was good but no so good that I would not be able to tell reality apart from man made illusion"
His voice echoed unnaturally, stretching too far, as if the space around him was… wrong.