The world went dark and then light appeared.
Victor's eyes opened slowly.
He was standing on a stone floor. No forest. No field. No wild terrain or outposts.
He turned his head slowly.
White-robed attendants passed in the distance. A courtyard tree bloomed in radiant violet beside him.
The sparkling floor reflected his feet. A teapot steamed on a wooden table nearby.
It hit him like a gong.
He was back.
Back in his core disciple quarters—in the Violet Spring Sect.
Which meant…
"Blueflame City?" he muttered aloud. "How the hell…?"
He hadn't logged out here. The last time he was in-game, he'd been stranded in the unknown far from Blueflame City.
A shadow moved.
Victor turned sharply.
From the far side of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms folded and expression blank, stood Tarkos.
His scars along his jawline twitched as he offered a slow nod.
"Welcome back," Tarkos said. "I thought you were never going to return."
