As I gradually opened my eyes, a heavy pounding in my head hit me, and a wave of confusion washed over me. It felt as if I had been struck by a truck. As I lay there, struggling to gather my thoughts, memories began to flood my mind: I could hear the screams from the village. Those cries echoed relentlessly—it was a child, being ripped away from his mother, and I knew I had to intervene.
I recalled using my magic just before everything faded to darkness, and now I found myself in this strange place. Someone must have drugged me, but with what? It couldn't have been wolfsbane; that substance has no effect on me. So what exactly was I exposed to?
It dawned on me then that I wasn’t lying on a bed after all. Instead, I was sprawled across something hard and cold.
I managed to sit up, cradli
