Twitch.
Adam's eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up.
He was in the same room as usual, with a meal that had already gone cold and a pitcher of water waiting for him on the table.
His head was splitting with a sharp pain. Adam struggled to remember what had happened yesterday as fragments of his battle against Amelia and Nukra gradually surfaced in his mind.
"Agh… Damn it, what was that all about?" Adam muttered, tossing and turning in bed.
He remembered everything that had happened during the fight, after all, he was the one who had fought. No one had controlled his mind. The Silver Weaver had only helped him at critical moments.
However, Adam's mind hadn't been clear at the time. The effect had been similar to intoxication or something like that.
"Well… At least I managed to do it, didn't I?" Adam muttered, staring at the ceiling.
Silence.
