Solomon opened his eyes to a sprawling canopy of vibrant blue. A gentle breeze rolled across the infinite horizon to rustle the tall grass burying his bruised body. The warm sunlight of late evening washed over the peaceful plains.
He blinked rapidly against the bright glare while pushing himself up from the dirt. He scanned the endless fields of green stretching out in every direction. The violent crashing of marble and holy fire from the cathedral had completely vanished from his senses.
Solomon raised his right arm to inspect the gruesome wound Uriel had inflicted just moments ago. Flawless skin and fully attached fingers greeted his absolute confusion. He flexed his wrist and curled his hand into a tight fist without experiencing a single shred of agony.
The splashing of rushing water drifted across the quiet landscape. He dragged himself to his feet and followed the noise through the tall vegetation.
