The process takes no more than a few seconds. After all of the black smoke entered Hermes' body, he immediately fell to the ground, losing his consciousness.
He opened his eyes but didn't know how much time had actually passed. He glanced around. He is no longer in the middle of nowhere under the starry night.
Now he was at the place where he fought the Harpies earlier. A frown appeared on his face as he couldn't remember anything.
The remaining Harpies – five of them – stared at him with gazes he couldn't understand. But he didn't really want to understand the meaning of their gazes.
The vortex they were guarding remained intact, emitting a faint glow that pulsed with a rhythmic pattern reminiscent of a dying heartbeat.
