The Next High Elf Lord

"Do you plan on spending your entire cultivation experience from one coma to the next?" 

Leonardo woke up with a slight headache. Who knew how many days later? 

In his imperial chambers, on his bed, Aria was stretching lazily. 

"What happened?" He kneaded his forehead, feeling somewhat on edge after that last attempt at provoking the mysterious black heart in his sea of consciousness. 

Everything was fine, but the sealed memories and the heartbeat seemingly clashed, and the one to suffer from the backlash was apparently him, the host of those opposing powers. 

"Aiya!" Aria sighed exasperatingly, "Things blew out of proportion, and even the realm king came here in person to investigate the source of this chaos." 

"A realm king came in person? What did he do?" Leonardo was alarmed, a bad premonition seeping into his heart.