Xylon's awakening was a gradual process, like surfacing from the depths of a murky dream.
The first thing that registered in his consciousness was the softness beneath him, a stark contrast to the unforgiving terrain of the abyss.
His eyes blinked open, and for a moment, he simply stared at the ceiling above him, its intricate patterns and the soft, warm light that filtered through.
A surge of confusion welled up within him. This wasn't where he expected to be.
His bed, a piece of comfort he hadn't experienced in so long, cradled his body.
The sensation was foreign and almost unsettling. Yet, his curiosity urged him to explore this newfound comfort.
With cautious movements, he scanned the room.
His gaze settled on Akuna, perched in a chair nearby.
Akuna, with her attentive gaze, had been a silent guardian during Xylon's slumber.
