Roger felt his consciousness slipping into chaos, the soul seemingly wanting to break free from something, while his body was wrapped in warmth.
That enveloping sensation of immersion felt very familiar, and gradually he regained some sensation in his body.
Besides the physical touch, there was also a faint scent in the air.
"Where am I?"
"How much time has passed?"
"Did Ophelia leave me with her, or send me back to Kaer Morhen?" In a daze, he opened his eyes, feeling a weight on his body, as if someone was lying on top of him.
His reaction seemed to cause a significant reaction in the other person. In the next moment, his breathing gradually became heavier, and Roger once again lost sensation in his body.
He knew that his body had become a vessel, and to reinforce this seal, Ophelia would surely layer it with defenses.
So even now, though he had vanquished the Lord of the Mist within the soul, waking would undoubtedly require some effort.
Indeed.
