Following an uncertain duration of unconsciousness, Konrad's limbs trembled, with his quivering eyelids announcing his awakening. In slow motion, his eyes opened, and at first, a blurred world awaited him. But as he lifted himself from his bed, clear sight gradually replaced the blurry vision.
Else's sitting form was the first his eyes fell upon. Clearly, she'd been there for some time, watching over him as he slumbered. Meanwhile, Astarte and Zamira stood several steps away from the bed, observing him from a distance.
Konrad said nothing, raising his pale-looking hand to access his own body. And unsurprisingly, no cultivation or battle-power remained within. The only things he could now rely on where his system gained abilities and the Blossoming Death Art.
But neither of those were offensive in nature. At least, not in their current state. The current him simply didn't have the strength to truss a chicken.
