When I woke up I was facing an angry face, strangely the one holding me was Freya, but her face was distorted with rage as she held my horn with her immensely enlarged arm covered in tree branches while her figure still seemed tiny compared to my Dragon size.
"Who... who are... you...?" (me)
I didn't need more than one look to understand that the one in front of me was not Freya, her presence and gaze were different beyond any acceptable explanation, there was no way this was Freya even though this was clearly her body.
"If you intend to keep those close to you alive, stop doing absurd things! Don't go back to that place!!" (Freya?)
"..." (me)
I couldn't even respond when I felt my entire body restricted by my pain, my energy being consumed as fast as my recovery could keep up, I was so exhausted that I was beyond recovery.
I was drowning in torment, but it was still less than what I was feeling before I lost consciousness.
