Grey slowly opened his eyes to the familiar infirmary ceiling. The same one he saw the day he transmigrated.
"Guess I couldn't keep standing at the end." His lips parted into a smirk, laughing at himself for being unable to stand tall until the end. But still, though he was not completely satisfied with himself, coming out victorious in an almost impossible fight comforted him.
Grey looked around himself, the room was just as empty as it was that day, except, Aeron was not beside him this time. On the bed next to him was Cash, bandages rapped around his torso, sleeping peacefully.
His eyes then fell on a small cuboidal box placed beside his pillow with a note. Curious, Grey sat up straight on the bed. He took the note and unfurled it.
"Congratulations on achieving an impossible feat. I've placed the spoils of your victory in the box!"
