Sacha opened her eyes. She was asleep in something soft and warm, albeit dusty. She sat up, pushing what looked to be a blanket that was over her. Looking around, she was alone in a dark room, fully furnished and looked more like a royal quarter with all of the expensive looking wooden furniture…hell, she was even inside a king-sized bed, with blinds.
She looked down, she was in her underwear. Someone took her armor off and patched the wound on her chest. The pain, it still surged across her throat. Whoever was the one who healed her, his skill with holy magic was less than that of a baboon. Shin, it has to be him.
She looked at the glossy wooden bed table beside her bed and saw her sword leaning on it, sheathed. Her armor was piled up not far away, thrown on the ground like dirty clothes.
She looked at her hand with a stoic face and tried to sense all of the divine magic surging inside her body.
