'Fuck...' Michael gritted through the pain of his insides seemingly being crushed, however, as time went on, his body began adjusting.
He was slowly getting used to the pressure, although that did not mean that he was okay, it still felt suffocating.
But suddenly, the pressure disappeared, it almost seemed like it was not there in the first place, but he knew better than to think that.
Illusions were one thing; whatever that pressure was, was something else entirely.
However, as he was lost in his thoughts and the discomfort he felt, an annoyed voice resounded from right in front of him "Are you going to get up already?"
Michael looked upwards just to notice a very short man, he could almost call him a dwarf, yet he was just tall enough to not be labeled as one.
The strange part was, Michael knew the dwarf somehow "..Toad?"
