Ashton's consciousness emerged from the depths of a turbulent dream, but he was still in a daze, like a ship navigating through a foggy sea.
As he opened his eyes, he noticed the darkness around him and was lost for a moment, not knowing where he was. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive.
Since he couldn't move his body, it seemed his eyes were the only part of his body under his control. But even then, the world was a blur, colours and shapes swirling messily.
'Fuck... I can't remember the last time my body felt like this,' Ashton thought to himself and tried communicating with Astaroth. 'Oi! Just heal me already, you lazy fuck!'
Having said his piece, he waited for a response, but none came. It annoyed him, but what else could he have done?
