Liam stepped through the teleportation portal, the soft hum of myst dissipating as it closed behind him with a faint whoosh. He stood in the center of his modestly furnished room, the faint glow of an enchanted crystal casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Letting out a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his messy hair, Mystica's teasing remarks still lingering in his thoughts.
"Such a pain," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.
The room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath his boots. Liam moved to sit on the edge of his bed, his posture slouched but his mind sharp. Four days of being unconscious—it was a significant amount of time. Too much time. His thoughts churned, piecing together what little he knew.
