Consciousness resembled bubbles flickering in and out of existence, rising and falling in a sea of nothingness. At a certain moment, a bubble burst. Shiayar felt himself soaking in warm water, a gentle current stirring beside him, nourishing his entire body.
The next moment, Shiayar opened his eyes.
A pungent smell of medicinal solution filled the air.
He found himself in a large bathtub.
The bathtub was filled with an emerald-green alchemical liquid that suffused the entire bathroom with a rich life force.
On the ground not far from the bathtub lay many scrolls inscribed with Magic Runes. However, at this moment, those valuable Spell Scrolls had all been torn open. The Magic Runes imprinted on the scrolls had dimmed, losing their Magic Power and Spirituality, becoming mere ordinary text.
