In the floating void, Lassim slowly regained consciousness, his senses tingling with an unfamiliar yet profound energy.
Lassim's eyes fluttered open to find himself under the watchful gaze of Khaalseru. The colossal deity loomed above him, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief. "Rise and shine, my young hero! Nap time's over," she declared, her voice booming yet playful as if she were waking a child from afternoon slumber.
Lassim sat up, rubbing his eyes, feeling an unusual buzz running through his veins—an odd mixture of exhilaration and unease.
He looked up at Khaalseru, who was sporting a grin that could only be described as slightly menacing. "How do you feel?" she inquired.
"Fine, but a little strange," Lassim responded, his voice trailing off as memories of what transpired before he blacked out came rushing back. "Wait, I remember now... you did something to make me pass out!"
