As the moon radiated his dim light, Oberon wondered what kind of world he was in. He lay down on the grass in the woods, looking at the moon and the stars in the sky. He had never seen such a beautiful night sky in his life.
Reveling in the scenery above his head, he recalled all the things that happened on this day in his mind, and soon fell asleep in confusion. If this was a dream, he wanted to wake up soon.
Shannon, where are you...?
It was early in the morning, the trees were wet, and a thin mist lingered in the woods, like a web of dreams. The leaves of the grass were still heavy and fresh with morning dewdrops, which were crystal clear under the morning light.
He opened his eyes slowly, and above his head, a dew-covered cobweb swayed gently in the morning breeze. He felt like something was pressing under his arm, so he grabbed it, and raised it up to check.
It was one of those strange wespons he brought back from the battlefield yesterday.
