When Kyle woke up after an unknown amount of time, he still felt disoriented.
For a moment, Kyle felt as if his head would fall off his shoulder at any moment.
Fortunately, that was not possible owing to the fact that he was lying on the ground.
Despite the occasional shift in the landscape that made twigs and thorns dig into his back, he slept rather peacefully.
Opening his heavy eyelids he stared straight upwards.
There he saw a ceiling that was made of glass, revealing countless bright, and shining stars in the endless sky.
It had been months since he had been confined to the Razkadan castle walls.
As such, the view above felt nice and refreshing. He didn't even notice that his lips curled slightly upwards as he saw the night sky.
'I am on the highest floor… I guess?'
Unable to make his body move right now, Kyle could only continue lying on the ground.
But that didn't bother him so much.
