Zeryon yawned and groggily opened his eyes, causing him to squint due to the strong morning light that was coming in through the window. He suddenly noticed that he was lying on the floor.
He sat himself up and rubbed his head as he felt a dull ache in his skull. When he came to his sense, he understood that he had been knocked out for a while.
He looked around his room, taking in the familiar surroundings and trying to piece together what had happened.
It was quiet, with only the sound of birds chirping outside. He continued to shake his head in an effort to shake off the grogginess and bewilderment that he was feeling.
He was tretching his limbs and wincing as he felt some soreness from the previous night.
