Hex's eyes fluttered open, only to shut tight again as a flickering white light above pierced his vision.
"Gahhh!" he groaned, his throat dry and his voice hoarse.
It took a few seconds for his senses to return, and when they did, he cursed under his breath.
"Damn it… ever since I awakened, I've been knocked out every other day."
"What the hell?"
It's as if God Of Misfortune had blessed him.
He tried to move but froze when he noticed something was off,no it was very off.
Around him were bodies. Not dead at least not yet. People were groaning, shifting, struggling.
Every single one of them had their hands tied behind their backs and their legs bound together. From a distance, they looked like giant wriggling caterpillars, helpless and panicked.
Hex looked down. His own feet were bound tight with thick cord, and his arms were painfully secured behind his back. A rough rope chafed his wrists.
