When I woke up, it was morning.
I am on the bed in a room in a cottage made of wood and stone. It is a beautiful room; nearly everything is handmade here.
Made by the primes.
This realm has high spatial pressure, along with energy, that degrades the spatial workings. This means even if one had brought their storage ring safely to this place, it wouldn't survive for more than a few minutes.
Even the strongest spatial storage won't survive for more than a few weeks.
I had slept for three days; it might seem like a lot, but it is not. The three and a half months had healed my injuries, but full power extraction injured me again.
Even now, I am not fully recovered. However, I could use my full strength if I push myself, which I would rather not do unless I am forced to.
I stayed on the bed before walking toward the bathroom, where I freshened up and showered.
When I came out, I changed into new clothes before stepping out of the room.
