Lind was a long time coming back from the darkness. He had not felt that bad in so long it was almost nostalgic. He had been thrashed on the island when he first arrived by battle but extending his dantian and aura far beyond his limits was not something he had done in a long time.
His body felt leaden as well as if a great many heavy objects had been dropped on his head.
His eyes were sticky as blood had long dried over them but he slowly cleared them and looked around. He found himself in a strange golden plane.
There was no sky, floor, or any true context of how he was laying down but he realized his ship and his companions were missing.
He tried to scan but a sharp pain in both his skull and dantian told him that was a bad idea.
He then just tried to use his Talents but those failed badly as well. His eyes began to bleed and his actual meridians screamed in pain as well.
