Dante woke up to the torment of unbearable pain coursing through every inch of his body. It took him some time to recall how he ended up in that state, and when he finally did, the urge to laugh struck him again.
"God… damn it…"
Unfortunately for him, his lungs were in such a bad state that he struggled to even breathe. He could still breathe, at the very least. That meant he had yet to flatline, which was the best he could hope for after equipping a Level 6 armor for the second time.
'Volcan.' He thought aloud. 'How long was I out of it?'
[Roughly five hours.]
'Damn…'
Things were bad, but they could have been much, much worse. Managing to escape that situation was nothing short of a miracle, and he somehow pulled it off. If unbearable pain was the price he had to pay, then he was willing to pay it a thousand times over.
'I'm not dying, right?' He asked.
