When Palmer awoke, two days had passed since that night, the echoes of the battle still lingered in his ears, and the soft, warm bed pulled Palmer back to reality.
Before Palmer could enjoy the comfort, a strange sensation spread from his body, a pain like needle pricks spread all over, and he couldn't help but move his body, trying to lessen the impact of the pain.
It wasn't the first time Palmer had been injured like this, and over time, he had started to get used to it. After alleviating the pain, he followed the procedure he had developed and first observed his surroundings to confirm where he was.
If Palmer was not mistaken, he was in his room, in the Fortress of the Morning Wind. The familiar room had undergone some changes, with medical apparatus parked to one side, and some trays carrying medication placed not far away.
Palmer tried to move his body, only to find himself wrapped up like a precious package with white bandages.
