After three days of an unknown slumber, Xiao finally woke up on the fourth day. The world around was still dull and grey while on a throne not far away, Teresa sat humming around. Xiao's body was still, sitting cross-legged. Nothing about him felt different. The projections around him had long since faded away, and finally, Xiao opened his eyes.
Those deep, dark black eyes with a hypnotic white in the middle finally opened. No feelings could be seen inside him, just dark null eyes were all that opened up. On doing so, Xiao just looked forward, and a few seconds later, Xiao started to move his body, small cracking sounds being heard as his bones and body adjusted back.
Taking his time, Xiao stood up. Looking down at his hand, he clenched and unclenched his hand. Xiao took a deep breath, feeling in the air, the blood in his body, the power that was filling him, and the rage that was threatening to burst out.
'My personality was being regressed.'
