Morning dew slid off the broad banana leaves, dripping onto Luna's eyelids.
She jolted awake, a dull pain pounding in the back of her head—the last thing she remembered was that Mad Dragon dragging her through a twisted spatial rift.
She couldn't withstand the assault of warped space currents, passed out, and remembered nothing after that.
"Where… is this place…"
She rubbed her throbbing temples, dragged her aching body up, her fingertips sinking into the soft grass.
A massive valley surrounded by waterfalls spread before her, mist refracting into a rainbow halo under the morning sun.
Distant, clear birdsong drifted over, the tip of her nose awash with the freshness of grass and trees—and a strong metallic tang of blood.
Thirty feet away, Mael Valerius lay collapsed on the rocks beside the waterfall. The dark gold patterns on his Dragon Horn were dull, his eyes vacant, a savage gash in his chest gushing blood.
