The guidance is exactly of the level that Zhuge needs. Unfettered, but also direct and clear. It gives Zhuge as much insight as he needs into what to do to prepare himself, without spoiling him for the outcome, which Zhuge appreciates immensely. He's always rather preferred to receive a surprise.

The drink that he was given seems to take its effect quickly. Though there are endless questions in his mind, Zhuge does his best and attempts to erase them, one by one. It's not an easy task, but he manages by means of answering his questions. Even if that answer is, in most cases, there is no way to know yet.

Soon enough, even the movement of color behind his eyelids goes black, and before long, Zhuge finds the mist clearing to reveal the same field that he was sitting on before, though the color of the sky is a muted fuchsia. The color of the early dawn.

Without a word, he smiles, and begins to stand.