Dust drifted hazily around the room. With nowhere else to exit, it could only float around.
Ryn groaned as some of it entered his nose.
He jerked awake, coughing as it went down his windpipe. As the dust finally went back out, his vision started to snap back to focus.
The chamber looked different.
Stone chunks had been dragged into a rough semicircle around him, stacked just high enough to block the cold. A faint orange glow pulsed from a heat-stone near his feet, warmth fighting against the lingering frost.
Jay sat opposite him, leaning against a slab of rubble, arms crossed and eyes ringed with exhaustion.
"…Jay?" Ryn croaked.
"Hey," Jay said, relief flashing across his face. "Welcome back. You owe me about twelve years off my lifespan."
Ryn tried to sit up.
Pain flared.
He hissed and immediately regretted the decision.
His memories were in disarray. The last thing Ryn remembered was going down due to MP Exhaustion, and Jay charging at the golem like a madman.
