The dark ceiling of their chamber greeted him. Warm afternoon light poured through the windows, the faint sound of distant palace activity echoing outside.
He glanced at the watch and only an hour had passed since he passed out.
Atheline sat up slowly. His hand rubbed his chest it felt tight and uncomfortable. It seems the tour through memory lane was still affecting him.
Just looking at his environment at the moment, the world had really changed for the better in both of their parts in the novel at the moment but he still didn't know anything more than that.
The system seemed to have only shown him part of the novel until their current lives so there was no glimpse of the future.
It seems he would always just marvel at what happened before and after successfully crossing the boundary of the novel.
He stared at the empty air in front of him where the system notification appeared.
He frowned at the prompt displayed before him.
[Hidden Narrative Divergence Detected.]
