Time flowed slowly.
Painfully slowly.
For someone unable to open his eyes, move properly, or even lift a finger, every hour felt longer than it should.
The first night passed. Then eventually morning arrived. Shunya could tell without opening his eyes. The atmosphere inside the room changed.
More footsteps.
More voices.
More activity.
The hospital had awakened.
Soon afterward, several people entered the room.
Doctors.
Shunya immediately recognized them from their voices.
Unlike New Fornia's healers, these doctors did not rely solely on medicine nor did they resemble cultivators. The moment they entered, he sensed strange fluctuations in the air.
Mana.
Magic.
Not Qi.
Not spiritual energy.
Something entirely different. The current Shunya could not see the equipment, but he could hear it. Various magical devices activated around his bed. Soft humming sounds echoed through the room.
Crystal instruments floated nearby.
