Everett was abruptly woken up when his head smashed into the cold stone floor.
He grabbed his face, expecting an incoming nosebleed, only to hear the small clink of metal.
"Uuoohh..."
Everett slowly sat up, staring at his hands in wonder.
They were covered in a mysterious, snowy-white armor. Bright blue gems adorned various sites, including the backs of his hands, shoulders, knees, and chest.
He reached for his face and pulled away a sleek mask of white and gold. The eyes shone with the same azure glow as the rest of his new threads.
Everett swallowed, a horrible feeling of dread suddenly coming over him.
"Wait, wait, wait..."
Everett held out his hand and called his sword from within his soul.
When the weapon appeared, he released a huge sigh of relief as he held it close to his chest.
"Oh, thank shit... You're still awesome."
After avoiding the worst-case scenario, Everett finally got up from the ground and looked around his empty room.
