His mind was a jumble of fragmented memories. He remembered the battle, the fierce struggle with Rael, the pain of having his soul orb shattered. But none of it made sense now. He looked completely fine. His soul orb remained intact too.
Had it all been a dream?
No, it felt too real to be one.
Then, was he trapped in some kind of illusion? He couldn't help but wonder whether it was the work of Rael. After all, the last thing he knew was that something invisible pierced into his body like a ghost and struck his heart, and then his mind went blank for a long time. Now, he found himself in a familiar location, although instead of noon, it was midnight.
His hand instinctively went to his chest, where the pain had been. The spot where his soul orb had been broken. But now there was no pain. No injury. No trace of the torment he'd suffered.
