Liam's head felt like it'd been shoved through a vise.
He had no feeling in his body.
All he currently consisted of was a wisp of consciousness which drifted in and out of reality like a broken boat floating up and down a merciless tide.
Slowly, these 'tides' became gentler as the seconds ticked past, giving him a chance to gradually rein in his scattered mind.
Liam didn't know how long had passed, but slowly, he was snapping back to reality.
His nerves were finally responding to his commands.
His muscles still felt cramped and weighed down like iron, but a connection finally formed between his mind and body.
Liam's eyes opened. A resplendent glow emanated from his King's Eye, crackling like miniature suns.
The temple roof was above him.
He was still in the basement.
Around him, Elders, each with their own little station where they did their own thing, either reading a book or cultivating.
WHOOM!