The Power Of Gods

Newt woke up to his head feeling like it was about to explode.

He blinked his eyes open, wary of the warm glow on his face. Instead of a blinding hot sun, he was greeted with the soft glare of the silver crescent moon. He sat up while using his hands to pat the lowly trimmed grass he had been laying on. With the was his head was pounding, he half-expected his body to have been in equal pain. But that wasn't the case. Newt had both a terrible headache and an empty stomach.

Looking sideways, he noticed Sharina to his left, sprawled out beside him, knocked out cold. Jack, Nike, and Bia slept to his right, a bandage on Jack's jaw illuminated by the moonlight. Frowning, he remembered they had taken off without them. He didn't recall them coming back from their realm. Neither did he remember what he was doing before he slept off.