When I woke up, it felt like my entire body had been trampled by a herd of rampaging Hellbeasts. My limbs refused to cooperate, and my head throbbed with the intensity of someone having turned my skull into a drum set.
[Good morning, Host,] the system chirped far too cheerfully for my liking.
"Shut up," I mumbled, attempting to bury my face into the soft surface beneath me. Wait… soft surface? This wasn't the hard stone floor of Seraphis's training ring. Where the hell was I?
"Finally awake, are we?"
The voice was unmistakable smooth, authoritative, and laced with an almost parental disapproval. I groaned and peeked open an eye, only to find Daena looming over me, her glowing violet eyes narrowed in scrutiny.
"Uh, hi, Grandma," I croaked, my voice raspy. "Fancy seeing you here."
