He was still lying on the table with a high iron brick serving as a pillow. But it hardly provided any comfort. Instead, he felt much discomfort in his nape and at the back of his head.

He still couldn't lift a finger; he felt as though invisible chains were restricting him. His breathing was uneven as well; he felt as if something heavy and invisible was unjustly using his chest as a cushion.

To the side on the left, sat Lizara and Virenna, conversing about things he couldn't understand.

Freya stood next to a 10-tiered wooden shelf, balancing on the balls of her feet as she attempted to retrieve...