Alaric opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by corpses. There was blood everywhere and all the buildings had collapsed. It was like an apocalypse.
This is…
He lifted his body and looked around, observing the surroundings with trembling eyes.
I recognize this place…
His gaze was frozen with disbelief when he realized where he was.
This is where I died…
Suddenly, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head.
Argh!
Grimacing, Alaric grabbed his head.
"Your Highness, you're awake?!"
A surprised voice drifted into his ears. When he opened his eyes, he found out that he was no longer in that apocalyptic nightmare.
Above him was an unfamiliar ceiling. The strong smell of medicinal herbs lingered in the air.
Where am I?
He wanted to get up, but a sudden burst of pain coursed through his body.
"Your Highness! Please don't move around carelessly! Your stitches might open up!"
Aldrin's concerned face came into his view.
