It was nearly two full days before Lucas finally woke up.
The healing chambers had remained busy throughout that time. Jennifer and the Empress took turns tending to his injuries while powerful restorative formations continuously circulated healing energy through his damaged body. The wounds from the torture had mostly healed, the internal injuries had stabilized, and the damage caused by the restraining ring had gradually been repaired.
Still, his recovery had been slow.
His body had endured far too much.
The girls had spent most of those two days in and out of the room, refusing to stray too far from him.
When Lucas finally stirred, it happened quietly.
A slight twitch of his fingers.
Then another.
His eyelids felt unusually heavy as consciousness slowly returned. His entire body ached, though nowhere near the agony he remembered before losing consciousness. The scent of medicinal herbs filled his senses while soft voices reached his ears from somewhere nearby.
