Cain's eyes fluttered open.
Then he winced.
A flash of near blinding radiance instantly hit him the moment his eyelids slid open.
He wanted to curse, but suppressed the feeling.
Mostly because he was mentally drained from all the grueling work he had just done.
The sweet sound of victory chimed in his ears...
***
{Congratulations to Host... You have acquired the internal passive skill, Spirit Weaver}.
***
It was an amazing accomplishment. One that he knew he could be proud of.
Unfortunately, those gathered around him didn't know any of this.
Cain was immediately hit with a comforting fragrance followed by a harsh biting pain across his face.
Cain's groggy self instantly became alert. His eyes shot wide open,
"What the hell-"
Before he could get all the words out, the wet feeling on his face brought him back to reality.
"T-thank... goodness. You're alive."