The air of the Old Continent pierced his lungs with its cold. The moment the transfer light faded, Raid felt it drain from all three of their bodies. That high-density atmospheric mana that had constantly clung to their skin in the Magical Continent—far denser than the air of the Empire's eastern regions, with a rawness that was almost pungent—peeled away from their skin like water seeping into sand. Raid felt that sensation through the soles of his feet. (I see. Without realizing it, I've been relying on that these past few days.) The ground was soil. The outline of the碧峯 mountain range hovered beneath a gray, clouded sky. The gravity of the Old Continent, the familiar scent of the landscape. The moment his body recognized that he had returned—his legs gave out. His knees buckled. He pressed his right hand against the soil to stop himself from collapsing further. Kneeling on one leg, he steadied his breathing. The mana of the Magical Continent must have dulled his pain perceptio