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[After 3 Days]
Arthur's eyes weakly fluttered open, his body still aching with pain.
The first thing that met his sight was a large obsidian black ceiling made from stone.
He tried to sit up but as soon as he tried immense pain shot up in his body again.
It seems as if it was still hurt from the fight.
"Oh, you are finally awake." An elderly feminine voice entered his ears, sending him instantly into a panic as he tried to sit up but again failed.
"I would not do that again if I were you, young man." The voice again came from his side, but this time Arthur was calm enough to only turn his eyes.
What met his sight was an elderly woman, with white and black short hair and ink black eyes. Her skin although had some wrinkles, was quite fresh if one compared to her age.
Before he could say anything though, the elder cut him to it.
