90. Waking Up In A Steel Cage
A low grunt came from Eryndor's lungs as he started to feel the cool wind brushing on his face. He could feel that he was on a bed of sorts, memories of the battle came rushing back into his head. The battle against Karlok the lightning troll and borrowing his master's power. He also recalled the orange haired beast girl causing him to spring awake, he wondered if she was safe.
What greeted him was the blinding rays of golden light the sun always graced the world in. He raised his hand over his face and squinted his eyes slightly to better adjust to the light.
The first thing he noticed was not the change in his surroundings but rather the one within him. His mana veins felt smoother, lighter, he could say they were once strained but he was different now. He felt really good like all of him had been renewed.