Waking up from the state of lost consciousness was a skill I had no other choice but to master in my attempts to tame my very own skills.
This instance, however, was far harder than any of the trials I faced before.
It felt weirdly… warm?
As if I was in some thick, heated sludge.
It was so extremely cozy and relaxing it grew all the harder to even maintain the desire to regain my consciousness.
But this was a trap I knew better than to fall into. And so, I continued to flow up and up, desperate to free myself from this comfortable restraint.
And so, I finally managed to pry my eyes open, only to see my hands floating in some strange sort of bath while my legs comfortably stretched on the bath's bottom.
To call this place a bath would be a mistake so grave it could be classified as a sin.
