The pain racked his body. His head felt heavy. His skin was damp with a sticky sensation—he couldn't tell if it was blood or water.
He didn't know if he was underwater or on solid ground.
His Water Celebration skill did promise he couldn't drown.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. His vision adjusted to the surroundings. It felt like hammers were smashing against his skull, again and again.
The place was unfamiliar. It was dark—or wasn't it? He couldn't be sure, since he could see just as well in darkness. Still, the depth of the shadows confirmed it—this place was dark.
The darkness here was both heavy and oppressive. The kind that made people unease.
His eyes drifted upward. A high ceiling stretched above, lined with runes carved into the stone.
He groaned, forcing himself to sit up—
Something smashed into his body. Arms wrapped tightly around him with a soft, muffled sound.
It was warm. Soft. A little damp.
White hair brushed against his cheek—familiar white hair.
