A few moments later—
"Cough! Cough!!" Basri coughed violently as consciousness slowly returned to him.
"Ugh... what... what happened to me?" he muttered faintly while scanning his surroundings.
The place was in disarray again — furniture displaced, scorch marks scattered along the floor, faint traces of energy still flickering in the air.
Sa-Ya, who had been standing a few meters away, immediately moved closer.
"Mister, you're awake. Are you alright?" she asked, her tone calm but slightly concerned.
Basri glanced down at his body, flexing his fingers and feeling the dull ache in his chest. After a brief check, he nodded.
"I think I'm fine, Miss. But... what happened here? Why does everything look so chaotic? And... how long was I unconscious?"
Sa-Ya paused for a moment, her calm eyes blinking with a faint blue hue. She seemed not to know how to explain it.
