Soft.
That was the first thing Xion felt when he came to his senses.
No chirping from the system. No voices. Just… softness.
Something warm cocooned his body, and for a moment, he thought he might still be dreaming.
He tried to move, but his eyelashes felt glued shut. Even with effort, he couldn't lift a hand.
His mana was still dangerously low, enough to keep him weak for days, though not enough to kill him.
He would need a few days to recover or maybe even weeks.
Still, that wasn't the most pressing concern right now.
With the system's pain-dampening shield finally faded, the ache had returned. A slow, dull throb had started to pulse through every inch of him. Even his knuckles hurt.
Then came the faint sound of fabric rustling. Soon a gentle pressure settled on his head.
The scent of herbs filled the air, mingling with something faintly metallic... blood, maybe?
