Ramiel struggled to open tired eyelids and rose from the hard, cold ground. The first thing that greeted him upon awakening was the sight of broken tree branches and dark clouds billowing in the sky.
The former hunter reflexively examined arms and torso. The traces of blisters were gone, as was the unbearable burning sensation in his lungs and esophagus. Only an unpleasant scratching in the throat remained, but this is something the man should be able to handle by now.
" Did I adapt to the environment by daydreaming? " - Ramiel muttered quietly. He had no better theory. Apparently, his body had adapted to the spartan conditions of the strange and mysterious land.
