The first sensation Buji felt was a deep pain. It throbbed agony and seemed to radiate from every part of his body. His vision swam in and out of focus. The room in which he was in became dimly lit, dancing before him.
The overwhelming feeling of weakness gripped him like an anchor pulling him underwater. He couldn't move. To speak was difficult. His body was broken and his spirit wasn't far behind.
First, he had flashbacks of what happened inside the dungeon. How his surviving team members then had left him to die alone, unfortunately, they became the victims. How he had survived despite being struck at several part of his body by poisonous arrows. The glow, and how he had vanished into darkness.
Then, he heard it.
[Recovery System: D.E.M.O.N.S]
Unlike the normal female voice, this one was neither female nor male. It was a cold, mechanical monotone that echoed directly in his mind. No screen.
