The morning sunlight glittering through the tall glass windows of the infirmary was usually a soothing welcome sight. Today, it just gave Kairos a painful headache. He opened his eyes slowly. The ceiling was painted with royal colors, but right now, the bright colors just made his stomach churn. His chest ached with a heavy, throbbing pain. It felt like he had swallowed a handful of crushed glass. That was the price of the time-stop. The System had warned him that using a dominion in a mana vacuum would drain his life force. The System had not been joking.
Kairos tilted sideways on the soft mattress and instantly regretted it. His muscles screamed in protest.
"Don't move too fast," a voice rumbled from the next bed over.
Kairos turned his head. Terravarous was sitting up, his chest wrapped tightly in thick white linen. The giant looked tired, but his dark eyes were alert. He was carefully eating a bowl of plain oatmeal.
