When Jello woke up again, an unbearable pain surged through his body, and his mind was muddled, like he was hungover, with a faint ache from the blackout.
As his consciousness cleared, more pain crawled into his mind along the nerves, making it almost impossible for Jello to breathe, and he could only open his mouth wide and let out low, whimpering moans.
It took him a few minutes to barely endure the full-body pain, tears in his eyes as he looked at the sky overhead.
It was still the familiar gloom of Opus, the sky was gray, making it impossible to determine the exact time, and thus how long he had been unconscious was difficult to know.
Jello struggled to recall, residual fear lingering in his mind, and then a pair of azure eyes pierced through the fog.
"Evil Spirit!"
Jello almost screamed, the last menacing figure in his memory was completely imprinted in his pupils, even in his mind.
