Orion's gaze fell upon the figure leaning against the entrance – Teress, the stalwart knight whose presence commanded respect even in her casual attire.
A faint smile tugged at Teress's lips as she observed Orion's awakening. "That's quite an expensive spell you know," she remarked, her voice carrying a subtle blend of surprise and admiration. "But it seems it isn't needed anymore."
Orion's mind swirled with fragmented memories – a fierce battle against the dark king, the searing pain of defeat, and then... darkness. He struggled to piece together the events leading to this moment, his head throbbing with each fleeting recollection.
"You possess a remarkable healing factor," Teress continued, her tone laced with intrigue. "The healer predicted weeks of unconsciousness, yet here you are, defying expectations on just the second day."