Zafron's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry and unfocused. A sharp, stabbing pain in his back immediately demanded his attention – a sensation all too familiar. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy, unresponsive.
'Where... am I?' he thought, his mind still foggy from what felt like a long, deep slumber.
As his vision cleared, he found himself in a strange, unfamiliar room. The walls were a pristine white, almost glowing with an otherworldly sheen. Unlike the rustic inns and taverns he was accustomed to, this place exuded an air of sterility and advanced technology.
His gaze drifted down to his chest, where an odd device was attached. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before – a curious blend of arcane symbols and sleek, metallic components. Thin, glowing lines crisscrossed its surface, pulsing with a soft, blue light. The contraption seemed to hum with barely contained energy, a low vibration he could feel resonating through his body.
