When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. It rolled with a flash of green, and I couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream before I knew no more.
The next time I opened my eyes, though, I was staring at a white ceiling. I blinked slowly; I was in a grey-painted room, lying on a soft bed.
I sat up and opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was too dry to bring out sound; I frowned and flopped back on the bed. 'Why do I have to faint and lose consciousness after every major fight?'
'I have to stop doing that, or it might become a habit, and it'll be my death next time.' I sighed silently to myself and then closed my eyes and focused on my connection to my monsters.
They are right, but they are also just regaining their strength. Hermit and the Onus sent a sensation of hunger through their links, and my stomach grumbled. I assured them that I'll feed them with monster core once I'm able to get up.
