A groan escaped Thirteen's lips as he opened his eyes.
His head ached, not from any injury but from the backlash of using a high-level runic spell.
The Artemians, especially the Artemian King, would certainly not watch idly as he tampered with the gate, so he had no choice but to use his "skip" ability to speed things up.
And it worked.
As for what happened next, no one expected it—even Thirteen himself.
The teenage boy propped himself up from the ground and looked around him.
He didn't know how long he had been knocked out, but judging by the light of the sun, it seemed about late in the afternoon.
There was no one around him, and the environment was decent, so he believed that he was safe… at least for the time being.
"It hurts…" Thirteen grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose to give himself some relief from his headache.
A few minutes later, the pain subsided a bit, giving him time to assess his situation.
