"Ouch! What happened....?" Gavril slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed the back of his head which felt like it was melting. Even with his sturdy body, he was still feeling the effect of Fortis's attack even after such a long time.
He sat on the edge of his bed trying to remember what happened.
"How long was I out?" he mumbled to himself. His body felt weak, too weak to even stand up but still, he pushed through and forced himself to get up while using the sidewall as support.
He dragged his feet across the floor and reached the window. The curtain was pulled apart and the street outside was visible.
"Hmm?" he frowned as soon as he noticed it. The street was empty. And it wasn't just the street either. Normally there would be distant clattering of the chains and pickaxes with a lot of noisy racket going on no matter the time, but it was silent. Completely silent.
"Something's not right..."