Your last memory before falling unconscious was a black cloak rushing towards you, as the entire dungeon collapsed with a resounding crash. That demolition was the result of a great battle, you were sure of it.

It was an accident that the floor collapsed right at your feet, letting you fall into the void that lay beneath the great fortress you visited with your party. Even now, you can hear the screams of despair from your teammates as they saw you disappear.

In fact, if it hadn't been for that person who dangerously jumped in to save you, you would be trapped in an endless domain right now, until the day of your miserable death.

When you woke up again, three weeks had passed since that event. Your body knew it, although your mind was still trying to assimilate it.

All your muscles felt heavy like iron; your head was spinning, still discerning between reality and the nightmares of the last few days. In addition, you felt cold, very cold in every part of your body.

But even among all that you noticed your surroundings. It wasn't the warm room of some small village, nor a luxurious royal chamber. It was a gloomy place, full of humidity and darkness.

Still your bed was comfortable, you couldn't complain. Looking to the side you saw a chair placed next to the head of the bed, and sitting in that chair you saw the black cloak that you remember having saved you.

Weakly your eyes went up the body of that person, until among all the swirls your eyes saw you noticed those red pupils. The same ones that haunted your party in their worst nightmares, belonging to the greatest threat you ever faced.

"You woke up." Ezra murmured in his deep and low voice, leaving on the nightstand a opaque colored bottle, which didn't look too reliable.

Seeing it you noticed it; the unpleasant bitter taste that filled your mouth, and that even slowly fell from the corner of your lips.