Chapter 79

"Ugh, my head."

Omis grunted as his eyes slowly blinked open, his vision was still a little bit murky as he felt himself laying on his back staring up at a very bright night sky full of thousands upon thousands of stars that illuminated it.

Confused, he rubbed his eyes to rid them of the haziness before he gradually forced his body up with a groan.

His gaze shifted below as his robe was now torn to shred barely hanging on his waist, surprisingly there was no damage whatsoever to his body. No wounds no sign of internal injury, nothing.

Confused Omis raised his head to check on his surroundings before his eyes widened abruptly. He was in space. With uncertainty, he glanced at the ground all around him.

It seemed that he was on some sort of plateau shaped plane aimless floating in space. The ground was made of dull gray rocks that lengthened all around him.