บท 1450: Phantasmal

The tainted ear of golden wheat was shaking in Kieran's palm. The faint golden radiance was like specks of golden dust, floating in the air.

Suddenly, the speckles of golden dust emitted a colorful shine. Kieran squinted his eyes.

When he finally regained his vision, the scene before him had drastically changed.

The little wooden house was long gone, what replaced his surroundings was a large field filled with crops.

The endless green was a scene that was pleasant to the eyes and mind, one couldn't help but take a deep breath and be welcomed by the rich smell of the soil.

Kieran stood on the edge of the large field, he was looking at people, alone or in groups, walking around with an occasional intoxicated look, happily dancing as they walked.

The people also seemed to have noticed Kieran. They walked over and invited Kieran to join them.

"Come with us."