Max slowly opened his eyes.
The ceiling above him was carved wood, covered with glowing magical symbols.
He tried to move.
Pain ran through his entire body.
"Ugh…"
He looked down.
His torso was covered with black lines drawn in ink.
Magical seals.
Some of them were still glowing faintly as they absorbed mana from the surrounding air.
Max blinked.
'Recovery seals…?'
He turned his head slightly.
He was lying on a smooth stone table in a large room filled with jars, hanging herbs, and medical tools.
Dorian's healing room.
Then he remembered. In the game, whenever the party took a long rest to recover HP, the cinematic showed exactly this. Dorian walking around the party members, painting recovery seals onto their bodies with a magical brush.
Max let out a small laugh.
"So… it really was canon."
He tried to sit up a little.
At that moment—
TING.
A blue window appeared in front of his eyes.
Max immediately smiled.
"Ah, right."
The quest.
