The first one of the two to wake was Singing Grove, who jumped to her feet, not recognizing the room at first. She realized she was still inside the palace, as she had stayed in a similar room once or twice when the council was being formed.
Then, her memories snapped back into place, and she remembered why she was there. And, more importantly, who had done this to her.
It had been centuries since she was last defeated in combat, and even longer since she had lost consciousness to an enemy.
Even though she realized that Astaroth was not an enemy, per se, he had gone from an annoyance to an actual threat in her mind.
'If he grows into that power he used, we may just see the birth of a new god… When was the last time that happened? The Ash Elves?'
Her mind calmed down a bit, as she understood there was no risk in the immediate.
