This world had a distinct scent, one that lingered in the air like eternal dew mixed with the fragrance of lotuses. It drifted through the mind, soothing yet strangely intoxicating, as if it could carry you away in a trance. At least, that's how I felt when I returned here once again.
The city lay close, so I decided not to waste any time. But before I could take a step forward, a familiar figure appeared above me — the same guard who had stopped us before.
"State your purpose here, demon!" His weapon was drawn, pointed straight at me with deep hatred burning in his eyes. I guess people here didn't take kindly to demons, but I couldn't sense any real danger from him.
