Crackle. Crackle. Crackling.
The cocoon of branches cracked and shattered into small pieces as the man in the long black and red cloak moved his hand.
Wain slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and grabbed his head as if it hurt from a bad hangover.
"Fuck... I feel like I've died and been reborn several times..." Wain uttered with a pained look while shaking his head.
"Well, well, you're finally awake, aren't you?" Sven said with a slight smile on his face while wiping the glass that had several red stains on it as though from blood.
"Yeah... How long have I been asleep? Probably a few days, right?" Wain asked with an awkward look as he jumped off the table.
"You underestimate yourself. It's only been a few hours since you passed out. Your body is much tougher than you think." Sven uttered before putting the glass aside.
"What...? Just a few hours?" Wain muttered while in disbelief as his eyes went wide.