Aurelion woke.
His eyes snapped open, and he sat up slowly. He took a moment, scanning his body internally. There was no pain, no lingering ache from the crushing weight of the earth. He felt... fine.
His gaze shifted, and he found the familiar faces of Kael, Lyra, and Elara watching him from across the small infarmary room. He looked past them, his eyes settling on the intricate bone spear resting in Elara's hands.
"How long was I out?" His voice was raspy, but steady.
"About two hours," Lyra said, breaking the silence, a hint of her usual sass in her tone.
"You slept like a log."
"That referee... who is he?"
"You had the luck to run into Master Berg," Kael explained.
"He's more than a little skilled with earth manipulation."
"Yes, I noticed." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.
"He's a powerful one, isn't he?"
Lyra raised an eyebrow. "Are you looking to get buried again, Aurelion?"
"I'm not an idiot, Lyra," Aurelion shot back.
