Consciousness slowly rises from the darkness.
The first sensation is a comfort that permeates the soul.
It's like soaking in spring water at just the right temperature, infused with vitality; a gentle and continuous power seeps in from all directions, smoothing out those hideous cracks and burning pain deep in consciousness.
Jeming opens his eyes.
His gaze meets a cold metallic arched ceiling.
Turning his head slightly, he notices he's lying flat on a wide metallic platform, the surface engraved with extremely complex and precise composite arrays.
At the moment, these arrays are operating steadily, emitting a gentle milky white glow.
The glow circulates as if alive, gathering into streams of warm energy that continuously pour into his fractured soul.
Jeming senses briefly that the state of soul deficiency hasn't changed; the missing sixty percent remains vacant.
