The morning dawn seeped in through the cracks of the window, reflecting against Elias' brown pupils. His eyes fluttered under the strain of the light before he raised his hand to block out the light.
He turned his head to the side, he could recognise his familiar study desk as well as the overall grandeur of this chamber. He was back in his room.
His joints popped as he tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness and nausea forced him back down. His old clothes had been changed into a white robe and he was bare down there.
After using all his willpower to sit up straight, a strong headache hit him, his limbs were heavy and numb, his muscles ached. He felt weak, like he hadn't moved for a long time.
"Heal" He cast, placing his hand over his head and he instantly felt a relief wash over him.
