Wade woke up in an instant.
For a few seconds, he laid there, staring up at the wooden ceiling above his narrow bed.
His mind felt sluggish, as though wading through fog, until the memories of the previous day came rushing back.
He was currently in the guild dormitory.
He could remember what had started all this.
The hydra. The roaring crowds of skeletal specters. The bone key's faint glow in his palm.
He exhaled softly and rubbed his temples. The entire thing already felt like a fever dream, though the soreness in every muscle of his body made it very, very real.
He shifted under his blanket and winced. His ribs still twinged where the Hydra's lightning had clipped him.
The smell of medicinal herbs lingered faintly in the air, clinging to his skin.
The healers had done their work that morning, patching him up, resetting broken bones, and mending shredded tissue with shimmering green light.
