Dante stirred from his slumber, his eyes weighed down by grogginess. A jolt of sharp pain surged through his body, fleeting yet intense, coaxing a wince to escape his lips.
The force behind Atlas' punches proved to be far weightier than he had remembered, evident in the lingering ache that greeted him upon awakening.
Perhaps the reason he hadn't felt it the night before was the overwhelming excitement that had obscured his senses, culminating in his collapse.
Wait a minute, he had collapsed... so how had he ended up back in his bed? Instinctively, he turned his gaze towards the opposite side of the room, only to find Raven already awake and engrossed in a dart-throwing session with a moving dartboard.
"Hmm, could this be a training exercise?" Dante pondered, but his thoughts were abruptly interrupted before he could delve further.
