When Damian woke up the next morning, he found himself lying on hard ground surrounded by massive trees.
'What the hell…'
He distinctly remembered falling asleep in his own bed inside his dormitory room last night, exhausted from the operation.
But now he'd woken up in the middle of a dense forest, sunlight filtering through an impossibly thick canopy overhead.
When he looked around, trying to make sense of the situation, he found the strange old man who'd taught him the Abyssal Slaughter weapon art sitting calmly under a nearby tree.
The man was eating what looked like incredibly delicious roasted meat, tearing chunks off with his bare hands.
He looked exactly the same as the day they'd first met.
Long white hair and beard tied with random knots, but he had a surprisingly muscular body that suggested far more strength than his ancient appearance implied.
"Help yourself."
The old man pointed toward the meat without looking up, having noticed Damian wake.
"..."
