Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor awakens.
A sharp pain in his stomach threw Redram out of the dark abyss and back into reality. Hostor let out a muffled groan and struggled to open his heavy eyelids. A hazy veil stood before his eyes, merging images from such a...strange dream with reality. The mage tried to clear his mind of oppressive thoughts, but it was barely possible. Only after a moment did he realize that he was chained to cold stones. His hands, weakened, ached noticeably, and the shackles on his wrists itched.
Where am I?
Redram wanted to voice the thought, but he didn't hear his own voice. Only the haze before his eyes became clearer, allowing him to at least assess what was happening.
