Three days later.
The moment Shura Path opened his eyes, the starlight around him vanished.
His body, which had been floating in the air, tilted ninety degrees before he landed steadily on the slightly chilly floor.
The low, repeated infrasound rumbling in his ears and the faint vibrations beneath his feet told him without a doubt that he was inside some enormous machine. Yet this room was not made of metal or composite materials. It was merely an ordinary stone-and-brick room, its walls streaked with several cracks that had spread from the vibrations, and filled with all kinds of complex medical equipment.
It seemed that this enormous machine had the entire room inside it.
Noticing this, he looked down at his naked body, gathered energy into a garment, and pushed open the door before walking straight out of the room.
Rumble, rumble, rumble.
The noise outside was deafening. The Carbon Fiber corridor was packed, with supplies piled everywhere and people constantly passing by, a stark contrast to the spacious room.
"Ah! Master, you're awake!"
The drowsy male student stationed outside the door sensed something amiss and jolted awake. When he saw Shura Path, he hurriedly greeted him in a loud voice.
Shura Path acted as if he hadn't heard. He walked straight to the edge of the corridor.
In his anxiety, the student secretly sent a signal to headquarters, then followed Shura Path to the window.
Through the thick cockpit glass, Shura Path saw white clouds in the distance, while mountains, rivers, and vegetation slowly passed beneath them. Dozens of Flying Devices of various sizes accompanied them, forming a full aerial formation.
"How many days was I unconscious? Where are we?"
Shura Path wasn't acting as crazy as he had in the past. Instead, he seemed composed and restrained, which