"Ugh, mmgh..."
Dorian let out a groan that sounded like a hangover headache, forced his exhausted eyes open, and realized he was lying in a damp wooden hut, with the sound of waves in his ears.
It took him only a second to guess where he was: this was the Deep Sea Tribe.
"Just now I... tsk, my head hurts so bad..."
The headache twisted his facial expression out of shape, which somehow made him look more normal than before.
Memories kept surfacing in his mind as he recalled what he had been doing.
The sneak attack on Onora, the burning Great Demon Tree, the burning Great Demon City, the flood surging through the whole city...
He remembered everything, and finally let out a bitter laugh, muttering to himself:
"At the very beginning I just wanted to ambush the High Priest and throw in some Spiritual Control while I was at it, how did it turn into this, sigh."
He started sighing nonstop the moment he woke up, enough to make anyone listening feel their will to live draining away.
