Time passed, around one hour had gone by.
Ash's naked body was lying inside a crater, the same crater which was previously filled with Dragon blood. His body stirred faintly, his fingers twitched, and his closed eyelids moved slightly before he slowly opened his eyes, gazing up at the ceiling of the dimly lit Dragon Tomb.
Ash thought in his mind, Now what was that just now...?
Back when he was deeply immersed in absorbing the blood during meditation, he had suddenly felt a jolt in his mind—like something had struck his Soul with such force that he couldn't even react before he blacked out completely.
Grumbling inwardly, he opened his status window, but what greeted him was far from what he had expected.
He slowly muttered in a low voice, almost as if talking only to himself, "Why is it that every time I lose consciousness, something happens to my body?"
Should I start losing consciousness more often or what...?
