After inheriting the Law of Wind, Nero finally opened his eyes.
The green world disappeared.
His consciousness returned to his body.
He remained seated exactly where he had begun his meditation.
For several seconds, he didn't move.
The surrounding pocket world was quiet.
Snow-white mist drifted between distant mountains, while the two Shadow Slaves he had left behind remained several meters away.
The black dragon stood motionless.
The White-Horned Wolf watched the surrounding landscape.
Neither had detected anything unusual.
Nero slowly opened his eyes.
A faint green glow flashed within his crimson pupils before disappearing.
He stood.
His strength had increased again.
The difference wasn't merely in his raw power.
He could feel the Wind Law flowing naturally through his body.
The surrounding air was no longer something invisible.
He could feel it.
Every current.
Every disturbance.
Every change in pressure.
