When John regained consciousness, he found himself in a pristine and clean hospital room.
He was alone in the room, which was filled with the scent of medicine, but beside him was a pile of gifts and fruits.
Lying on the hospital bed, his body was wrapped in bandages, and any slight movement made him feel as though he was falling apart, his body aching and unresponsive.
After several failed attempts to stand, John resigned himself to lying down.
It was morning.
The sky was a clear blue, and the sunlight was bright and warm.
A gentle breeze rustled the treetops, and sunlight streamed through the clean windows onto John's slightly pale face.
Gazing at the pristine sky and the grassy streets outside, John felt momentarily dazed, as if everything involving the Crimson Demon, Dusk Sect, and Rean had been nothing but a dream.
The door creaked softly open.
John turned his head to look.
