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Pain. That was all that they could feel. Why that was all that they could feel was beyond their ability to reason. In fact, it was keeping them from reasoning at all. It was excruciating, to say the least, having their whole body feel as if it was on fire starting at the end of each nerve in their body. As the pain seemed to pulsate. When it was between high levels, they tried to recall why they were even in pain. But yet, it seemed to elude them.
Slowly, the pain began to fade away. Or were they getting used to it? It didn't honestly matter to them. What mattered was getting their eyes to open and figure out what the hell had happened. Then again, some niggling little voice in the back of their head told them that it wouldn't matter. But they had never listened to that little voice before, so why would they start now?
"Hey, you think they are okay?"
"Maybe? Should you try to heal them again?"
"I can try, but they didn't need to be healed, to begin with... there was no damage done. Not even a status effect."
"Then why do they look like they are in extreme pain? Or seriously constipated?"
The sound of voices filtering through the darkness had them feeling disconnected. What were they talking about with healing damage or status effects? That was game lingo. And man, that one voice sounded super fucking cheery. So much the urge to punch the speaker was strong.
"Oh, look, they moved! Hey, go get Lord Laharl!"
That cheery voice once more spoke, and it had them twitching violently. Apparently, it was not just mentally, but physically? Then again, the fresh waves of pain rolling through their body were all the proof needed for that assessment. And who in the nine hells was Lord Laharl? That wasn't a name in any of the languages they knew about? And they specialized in religions, cultures, and languages that were both dead and current.
TBC!