His Plans
"~Hmuooh~."
Pangord moaned in pain while struggling to raise his heavy eyelids.
That was the best sleep he has had in the last year.
But even though he wanted to stay in his semi-awaken state, something quickly popped into his mind, giving him a sense of urgency.
The battle!
His entire body tensed up as he forcefully opened his eyes, sending them in all directions while trying to make heads or tails of his surroundings.
It was simple.
If he were still in chains, then he would have a pretty good guess at what happened after he closed his eyes earlier on.
But from his surroundings, he found himself in one of the massive halls.
And by his side, and all around the hall, were several beds with people on them and strange tube things attached to them as well.
Then, several people in all white, wearing transparent gloves and a face mask that only covered their mouths and nostrils.