Sunlight hit his eyes directly. Warm and irritating.
Max frowned.
"…ugh…"
He blinked several times until the image stopped spinning.
The corridor ceiling. The walls scarred by battle. Broken furniture scattered around.
And voices.
"…wake up."
A soft glow illuminated the scene.
Dorian was kneeling beside Neros, one hand resting on his chest. Healing magic flowed in warm tones, running through the knight's body.
Moonlight and Elanor stood to the side. Already awake. Tired… but conscious.
Max pushed himself up from the ground with effort. His whole body ached.
"…what… happened…?"
Dorian didn't look up.
"That's exactly what I'd like to know."
His tone was serious.
"Who was capable of casting such a powerful sleep spell?"
Max clenched his teeth. He remembered the darkness, the fog, his hammer bouncing, the orc's smile… and Chloe.
He straightened abruptly.
"…one of those idiots who broke into the castle," he said, his voice hardening. "They came to kidnap Chloe."
