As the sun began to set on the third day after the Heavens unleashed its fury on New Earth, Corey who was laying on a bed in the Forge slowly opened his eyes.
The sight of a metallic ceiling appeared in his vision, and at first it was blurry, but it eventually became clear.
He blinked and looked at the ceiling with a blank gaze, then a few seconds later, he looked to his right.
He saw the familiar work bench and work equipment of the Forge. He stared at the equipment for some seconds before he raised his right arm.
He saw that it was bandaged, and when he looked at other parts of his body, he realized that nearly every part of his body was bandaged.
'I really damaged my body, huh.'
A wry smile appeared on his lips, then he released a soft sigh.
He could not remember the last time he ever suffered such grievous injuries that left him unconscious.
'I think the last time I went unconscious after a battle was when I fought the bastards from the Temple of Flames.'
