Meeting Victor.
Enel's consciousness stirred and ebbed as if caught in the tide of a restless sea.
When he first opened his eyes, he was greeted by dim, unfamiliar surroundings. The room was sparsely lit, its shadowy corners merging with the walls, making it hard to discern its true size. The lack of decoration made it feel sterile, but there was a strange energy to the space. His magic whispered to him, hinting at something hidden—the room was larger than it appeared, cloaked in layers of illusion or protection.
He tried to sit up but immediately felt his body protest. A dull ache blossomed in his limbs, and when he kicked instinctively, his joints groaned in response, cracking loudly. The sound echoed faintly in the quiet, and he winced, feeling every ounce of his exhaustion.