When Liam stirred awake, finally recovering from the blackout, his head was throbbing wildly.
What happened? Where am I?
A feeling of dread and panic instantly swept over him as he vividly remembered the feeling of being crushed to death, and yet… he was not dead right now?
There were no notifications. He did not respawn, and this was definitely not a cemetery. So what happened? Did the luck potion really work?
He looked around in a daze as his vision cleared up, and when he did…
Liam instantly froze. His eyes widened in surprise, and his pupils dilated in shock as he stared without blinking or breathing at the peculiar scene in front of him.
"What…" His throat was still too hoarse, so he couldn't get the words out, but… just what the hell was happening?
There was the familiar big hulking elf sitting in front of him, which was not the thing that shocked Liam. Rather his gaze was fixated on something else entirely.
