Ghostly Flood Dragon.
Operating room.
Bright and pristine, surrounded by walls of bone.
The room had no windows whatsoever—not even a door!
Less an operating room… and more a prison!
In fact, it was.
"Ugh…"
Ziyuan regained consciousness.
BZZZZZ!
A shrill, piercing sound, like that of a chainsaw, assaulted her ears and grated on her mind.
"What is that sound…"
Instinctively, Ziyuan opened her eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.
However…
A blinding glare shot straight into her eyes.
Directly above her, a dazzlingly bright light, like that of an incandescent bulb, filled her vision.
A slight stinging sensation pricked at her eyes.
Ngh.
Ziyuan reflexively squeezed her eyes shut.
…plunging her back into a familiar, comforting darkness.
She waited for a few moments.
Once she could tell through her eyelids that her eyes had adjusted to the light…
Ziyuan opened her eyes again.
"You're awake?"
