"Cough cough, how long have I been unconscious?"
Weak in every limb, every cell exhausted, Green struggled to sit up but fell back down helplessly, aided by a keen-eyed First Level Witch with golden wavy hair.
Green's three-colored light eyes glanced at the Witch; she had a certain charm, but her eyes were full of sorrow, avoiding looking directly at him.
"Gah gah gah, my Green Beast, I knew you wouldn't die! You've been unconscious for seventeen days now, and in one more hourglass, it'll be eighteen days. Want to sleep a while longer to round it up?"
Xiao Ba hopped on Green's shoulder, speaking.
Has it been more than ten days...
Supported by the Witch, Green leaned against the stone wall and looked around. Only a Magic Lamp hung from the cave's ceiling, casting flickering shadows. About a dozen Wizards sat against the stone wall, heads lowered in utter silence, the atmosphere stiflingly oppressive, a sense of despair pervading.
"Where is this?"
