[ The following chapter contains graphic scenes. Reader discretion is advised. ]
"Looks like the sleeping beauty is waking up.", an unknown female voice came to Rhaziem's ears as he tried to open his eyes while his head throbbed like he had endured the worst hangover in his entire life.
"Then let's give him a proper wake-up."
Rahziem suddenly choked with his head encased in a water bubble, and he fought in vain as he tried to take in precious air.
As his vision darkened, the water bubble burst, and his lungs flooded with precious air.
Rhaziem controlled his anger, glared at the person behind, treating him unsightly, and found a grinning Ryan looking down at him.
"Good morning. Did you have a nice nap?"
"How dare you treat me like that? Release me, you cur, and I will make your death easy."
Ryan chuckled as he spoke, "I hope I didn't punch you so hard that you are unaware of your situation, but most importantly, who is your Patron God, Apostle Rhaziem?"
