There were many ways to wake up after a long night. But waking up on the ground, using grass as a mattress, with the lingering remnants of a deeply questionable intoxication was not exactly the first choice of most sane individuals.
And yet, come morning, that was precisely how a group of not-so-sane individuals found themselves rising from what might have been the best sleep of their lives.
They stirred slowly, blinking against the light, bodies reluctant to move. Sleep had always been good in the dungeon space. That much was known. But this time was different.
They woke with glowing skin.
With clear minds.
With clear paths.
As in, clear, clear.
Their bodies felt so clear one would have thought that something similar to atherectomy was performed for their spiritual pathways. Then again, it also couldn't just be that. Because all of a sudden there were just more pathways in places that they never thought would exist.
So naturally, the question arose.
