Dion's eyes opened and he blinked. He was in a dark room and he couldn't see anything.
"Sigh! Back at it again," he muttered but a groan followed.
Pain was radiating from all over his body coupled with a heat that coursed through his veins and spread over when his heart pumped blood periodically.
"This must be hell," he grumbled but suddenly felt something wasn't right.
His body was wrapped in something sending a cooling sensation into his body. He quickly sat up and checked his body. His body was wrapped in a long white strip, from his forehead to his toe.
"Welcome back from hell," a voice echoed.
Dion chuckled and raised his head. "Aunty Arwen."
"You're calling me aunty now?" Arwen was sitting in a chair with Valka beside her, her gaze playful.
Dion smiled a bit. He never knew he would be this happy to skip the hellish torture. But who wouldn't be?
"But your condition isn't too good," Arwen's voice became serious.
