Creed groaned as he cracked open his eyes, only to immediately regret it as a dull, aching soreness washed over his entire body.
He winced, shifting slightly in bed, but even that tiny movement sent sharp protests through his muscles.
His arms felt like they had been used as punching bags, his legs were heavy like lead, and his back—oh, his poor back.
It felt like he had gone ten wrestling rounds with a stage 5 gorilla!
"I literally almost died before even entering the unexplored rift..." Creed grumbled internally as he slowly, painfully pushed himself up.
His joints creaked in protest, and he could swear he felt phantom pains from last night's... session.
He had no proof, but it really felt like Lilith and Tierra had gone out of their way to make sure he was extra drained as some sort of petty revenge for their loss.
Wasn't he supposed to be the master here?! Yet somehow, his own summons had turned the tables on him and left him feeling like a half-dead battery!
