Fangsheng slowly opened his heavy eyelids, feeling as though he had just broken free from a bottomless darkness. The dim, misty light around him and the somewhat crisp scent felt entirely unfamiliar, while his buzzing head made it impossible for him to concentrate, his memories as hazy as if covered by a thick layer of fog.
He tried to twitch his fingers, wanting to snap himself out of this bizarre state, but found that his fingers were stiff and unresponsive. Taking a deep breath, Fangsheng focused his awareness slightly. The hazy memories cleared marginally, and he used the opportunity to piece the fragmented shards in his mind into a complete picture.
Panic surged into his heart. The surrounding light and scent were definitely not those of the Colosseum's underground dungeons; he had clearly been carried away by that Transcendent, though where to, he had no idea.
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