In a tranquil plane—The Divine Realm, ancient trees stood tall, their presence exuding an aura of boundless vitality.
A gentle breeze drifted through the expanse, rustling the leaves in a soothing, rhythmic dance.
The mana here was incomparably pure, saturating the air with an almost tangible freshness.
In the distance, the sea and ocean moved in perfect harmony, their waves rising and falling in an endless, serene cadence.
On a pristine beach, a man reclined lazily on a chair, a parasol casting a cool shadow over him, shielding him from the golden light above.
His jet black hair framed a perfectly sculpted face, sharp features accentuated by an effortlessly defined jawline.
His eyes, hidden behind sleek black shades, held an air of indifference.
This man was—Litt.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached for a can resting on the table beside him, took a casual sip, and set it back down.
