A slow, peaceful wakefulness dawned on Luma, the feeling of profound comfort so deep she wished to remain in its embrace. But the memory of the arch-lich's overwhelming presence returned, jolting her from her rest. Her eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of her sword.
"You are finally awake," the manager said, his voice a quiet, dry whisper. He stood a few feet away, his composure a stark contrast to her frantic state. "My apologies for what happened. I believe you were overwhelmed by his presence. To prevent any further misunderstanding, I have secured your weapon." He gestured to a corner where her sword leaned against the wall, its familiar shape a beacon of relief.
Luma, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and lingering fear, stood and bowed deeply. "I... I apologize for my reaction. It was unprofessional."
"There is no need," he replied, his skeletal head tilting slightly. "Nothing bad has occurred."
