Chapter 64

Chapter 64

As Aeron gradually emerged from the depths of unconsciousness, the soft warmth of morning sunlight kissed his face. Blinking against the gentle intrusion, he became aware of his surroundings—a scene painted with unfamiliar faces, their hushed whispers creating a surreal backdrop.

The air buzzed with a sense of urgency as Aeron attempted to push himself up from the ground. He felt groggy, disoriented, but the realization that he was alive and breathing brought a surge of relief. The whispers around him grew louder, a cacophony of voices filled with curiosity and concern.

As he struggled to stand, a collective murmur swept through the group surrounding him. "He's not dead. He's alive," someone exclaimed, their words cutting through the ambient hum. Another voice called for water, and a helping hand led Aeron to a quiet corner where he was offered a drink.

The cool liquid brought a welcome respite, trickling down his parched throat. Aeron took a moment to gather his thoughts,