Darkness surrounded Kyle, thick and suffocating.
Gradually, his awareness returned as he woke up. His eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. The first thing he saw was a luxurious ceiling, an unfamiliar one.
"W-where..."
His voice came out hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in days.
Kyle frowned slightly, his eyes struggling to focus.
`This ceiling... I've never seen it before...`
His eyebrows furrowed instinctively as he tried to sit up. But the moment he moved—
"AGHH!"
A sharp pain pierced through his chest, and he fell back onto his back immediately.
His teeth clenched as his hand moved on instinctively and pressed gently against his chest, thick bandages wrapped around his bare chest, from his shoulder down to his lower belly.
Kyle lay still on the bed and forced himself to breathe despite the pain.
`...Right.`
He gradually recalled what had happened, the cave, the room lit by sunlight streaming through the ceiling, and the magical sword stuck in the stone.
Then Arthur.
