"Urgh…"
Consciousness returned gradually, pulling Rey from darkness that had claimed him after his theatrical collapse.
Pain registered first—not the overwhelming agony from plague corruption or internal injuries he'd deliberately inflicted, but dull ache suggesting extensive healing had already addressed the worst damage.
His enhanced perception activated automatically, cataloguing his surroundings with precision born from years of survival instinct.
'Where am I?'
At first he stared blankly, absorbing the details for a moment before coming to a quick realization.
He lay in bed constructed from materials that radiated faint divine energy—not quite Divine-grade artifacts but close, suggesting Church manufacture with quality exceeding normal medical equipment.
