Cough!
A violent cough escaped Brian's mouth as he slowly pushed himself up from the bed where he had been resting, his breathing still somewhat heavy as he tried to understand what had happened, and as soon as he managed to sit upright and opened his eyes properly, a familiar figure standing in front of him immediately entered his sight.
It was William, who was looking at him with a calm expression as if there was nothing unusual about the situation.
"Good morning."
The voice did not come from William, and Brian immediately recognised it as the familiar voice of the broken sword that remained sheathed at his side, its presence quietly connected to his mind in a way that allowed him to hear its words without anyone else in the room noticing.
"What happened?"
