Riftwater Layer 3

As the dust settled, the battlefield remained eerily quiet.

Draven took one shaky step forward.

Then another.

And then, his body gave out.

The exhaustion, the pain, the toll of the battle finally caught up to him.

His vision blurred. His legs buckled.

He collapsed.

—

A moment passed.

Then another.

Draven's eyes opened.

The cold, suffocating battlefield was gone.

Instead, he was surrounded by a vast, endless expanse of white again.

It was familiar.

Without looking, he spoke.

"So… who was that man? Or should I say… is he a god too?"

Draven stood up, rubbing his head, his thoughts still trying to process everything.

A smooth, knowing voice answered from behind him.

"Hmm… There is only one God."

Then Draven noticed that his surroundings weren't empty.

A short distance away sat an ornate sofa, impossibly soft-looking, like it was made in clouds

Draven blinked.