155 Light at the End of the Tunnel

Doevm woke with a start as water splashed onto his face. He groaned as he reached under his face plate and wiped his eyes, which were blinded by many blurry light sources. He sat up, finding that he was still on the tenth floor of the Black Market. His vision sharpened, and the blurry lights turned into the few light crystals still in the ceiling. Around him were three of the Apprentices, a man he had never seen before with the symbol of a book on his breastplate, Alexander, and Oliver.

Another light caught Doevm's attention, the source of which was a healing magic circle over his fading scrapes and bruises. "Thanks," Doevm said as his headache vanished.

"You're welcome," Oliver said. "Is there any more pain? Do you think you will be able to keep conscious?"

"Yeah," Doevm coughed a couple times. "More or less. What are you doing here?"