You weakly raise yourself from the fresh yet cold grass, still dazed and confused.

Despite your blurry vision, you make out two silhouettes towering you. The realisation sets in as your eyes widen, the unclear situation alerting you as you quickly, though messily, get back up on your feet, hovering your hand atop your delicately crafted blade while you take a cautious step back.

Your eyes meet a cold gaze that shows no emotion whatsoever. Aphelios' eyes are fixed on yours intensely. He's cautious and wary of you, but his spirit of a sister thinks otherwise as she speaks with a warm tone, her voice like a gentle whisper - a calm soothe in the midst of a storm.

"Calm down, brother. No unnecessary harm shall be caused."

The floating spirit smiles towards you, wanting you to lower your guard as she proves to have no ill intentions. Aphelios, however, remains tense.

"Are you feeling well?"