The feeling of leaving the Misty Illusion.
It was like being forcibly dragged out of a deep dream.
Ian felt his consciousness wrapped in an invisible force, his body so light it seemed weightless. The sounds around him gradually faded, as though separated by a thick curtain of water.
He tried to grasp something, but could grasp nothing.
The scene before his eyes rapidly crumbled. The castle, books, and starry sky all turned into scattered light spots, spinning away in every direction. His consciousness drifted through that void as well.
Until a warm light swallowed him.
Ian returned to the world of the living.
Ian had experienced this often enough that he did not make much of a fuss. Before he even opened his eyes, he heard a gentle but somewhat helpless voice.
"No, Claire, a Phoenix really cannot be stewed into soup. Even if it is immortal, that does not mean it enjoys such treatment." Dumbledore was gently but firmly arguing with someone.
Then—
Titaness Claire's voice sounded as well.
"But, Future One." Another voice spoke with perfect confidence. "My Phoenix can be stewed, and every time after I eat her, she still comes back to life."
"And she seems to quite like it." It had to be said that the Female Titan had something of a primitive air about her. She had even said Phoenix feathers tasted like Enoki Mushrooms.
Who knew how she knew what Enoki Mushrooms tasted like.
Enoki Mushrooms were native to the ancient north, and their cultivation history could be traced back to the Tang dynasty. According to the Northern Wei's Jia Sixie in Essential Techniques for the Common People, methods for cultivating Enoki Mushrooms first appeared around that time.
Wild Enoki Mushrooms were yellow.
During the Tang dynasty, they were called little flame