Three days had passed since the ocean went mad around Asgard.
Throughout all that time, the woman found in the waters had remained practically motionless in the medical wing. Her external injuries had already begun healing naturally, the bruises were gradually fading and her mana channels were slowly recovering their ability to conduct energy, although Frieren still avoided any invasive treatment while there was no sign of consciousness.
That morning, that sign finally appeared.
The mermaid's fingers moved.
It was a small, almost imperceptible movement, followed by an involuntary contraction of her long tail beneath the sheets. Her breathing changed a few seconds later, becoming deeper as her eyebrows contracted slightly.
Then her eyes opened.
The first thing she saw was a completely unfamiliar ceiling.
