For someone with 450 minds, waking up with his mind completely a mess screams danger. The Paragon may have found himself in such a mess now.
Klaus gasped for breath, his vision blurry as he tried to make sense of the world around him.
"Klaus, are you alright?" Suddenly, Hanna asked, her voice distant yet strong enough to pull his mind back to the real world.
Well, they are inside a region created by the void, so there is no telling if he is really back in the real world. However, Hanna's voice tugged at his heartstrings and brought him back.
After a few more minutes, he managed to regain some of his senses, allowing him to come to terms with what had happened. He looked at his three wives, who looked worried for some reason.
"I am fine, ladies..." Klaus said, feeling a slight headache coming on. Hanna took his body temperature by pressing the back of her hand against his forehead.
"Are you sure? You have been out for seven years, Klaus. You got us worried."
