Awakening once more from his stupor, Bartlett found himself gazing upon an all too familiar sight:
Hard red-black rocks (rumored to make up the entire Plane Realm of Barto), metal fences with sharp spikes (on which hung tattered fabric and bits of flesh), a skull sitting on the ground with its head tilted to one side (with a missing rib and another misshapen), and a dirty brown straw mat (giving off a nauseating sour smell, but not bad after a while).
It seemed that he was back in his cell. It wasn't so bad, better than having lost his life, but it paled in comparison to the cabin in his dreams.
Bartlett sighed, slowly sitting up, feeling like a scorpion had stung his back, struck by a burning pain. He looked down at his body, covered in burns and bruises. It seemed that the final blow from the Fire Giant warrior was quite powerful; despite the distance between them, he still suffered a considerable backlash.
"How long have I been back?" He asked, looking towards the wall.
