Face first, Griar landed upon the floor of his room, this was where he had been when he travelled to the other realm, and so this where he reappeared, but he had actually not expected to be transported at all, fully believing that he would just get his chest hollowed out and would drop down like marionette that had its string slashed.
Somehow however, he managed to overpower the undead and wrestle his inner energy into control, saving himself at what had probably been the last possible moment.
He slowly rose to his feet, touching the spot where his neck had been cut earlier, only to find out that the wound was gone.
'Huh?' Griar checked again, certain that he had not done anything to even slightly heal the injury, and even if he had, it was highly unlikely that he would have actually been able to heal it to such an extent.
