"Mm…" Hades groaned.
His consciousness was slowly returning.
His entire body ached—every muscle felt like it had been torn apart. The pain was sharp, deep, and unrelenting. Yet, the only reason he didn't scream was because of a strange warmth flowing through him.
It wasn't healing him, but it was soothing—keeping his mind clear and the pain manageable.
He forced his eyes open and was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.
Just turning his neck made him groan again, but he managed it—because he needed to see her.
"R-Rinne…" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Her eyes—red, tired—snapped to him. She looked like she hadn't slept in hours.
Her lips parted in disbelief. "Hades… how are you feeling now?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
A faint smile curved his lips. "Barely breathing," he muttered, then looked around.
"Where are we? What happened?"
His memories were blurred. The last thing he could recall clearly was being in a frenzy. He wasn't himself.
