"Vorthuz'kai reshn'valk thun'daaris..."
"Ɀυr'xāthûl ᚦᚱᛁᚲᛟᚲᛁ Ϟεth'Ɐolσρhìs ᚾᛟᚾ Ϟ..."
"Æ̵̷̷X̶̢̨̌̌00F†HɌⱯⱧλɆ... ∞ⱤR∑Σ ᛞᚱᛁᛗᛟᚾ..."
...
"Sigh~"
Myne slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he did was look at his feet. He saw that the damn black fog—the cause of all his troubles—was slowly vanishing. He let out a deep sigh, he didn't seem too shocked or surprised to find himself in yet another mess, one completely beyond his league, now he had just gotten used to it.
"Fenrir and Cetus are going to kill me for this..." He let out another heavy sigh as he observed his surroundings.
He was in a dark, dirty room made of stone, with a single high-quality bed, and a table with a lamp on it that released a dim orange light—barely enough to see anything, instead it created a very creepy atmosphere.