A Realm?

After five minutes, when some of Kyle's mana recovered his eyes snapped open with a jolt. He hissed because his left arm was pressed by someone.

His body was aching but his eyes darted at his surroundings. A lot of whispers resounded in his ears.

'The last thing I remember is that I killed the Orc.'

He saw a familiar ceiling and could feel the rough touch of the ground on his back. With a groan, he finally pushed the heavy weight pressing on his arm.

"Who is it?"

He mumbled slowly but then the person lying beside him moved away and looked at his face.

"You are awake."

Kyle blinked his eyes and stared at those familiar golden eyes.

'Nine?'

He was dazed. It was the first time he saw Nine eyes so close.

'A golden thread?'

A thin golden thread was crawling inside Nine's eyes. It moved nonstop around his pupils like a snake. It was so thin that If someone didn't look closely no one would notice it.