The tiles beneath their feet lit up in pale light.
Light swirled, spinning into a vortex.
Just before the vortex swallowed them, the angel added something.
"The Special Shop will be open during the trial."
That caught Isaac's attention, but he had no time to dwell on it.
A white light filled his vision, erasing everything.
When his eyes opened again, he wasn't standing on the glass tile.
His boots pressed into soft dirt.
Around him, a forest stretched tall and vibrant.
The trees reached high. Their leaves were bright and full. The air was crisp and clean, like it had never been touched by smoke or dust.
Isaac inhaled and almost smiled.
He hadn't breathed anything so fresh in years.
Above, the canopy was thick, but he didn't need to see the sky to know the sun was there.
He could feel it.
It was strange, as though the sun insisted on being noticed even when hidden.
Isaac opened his palm, then closed it.
A screen appeared in front of his eyes, clear as day.
