Ybur got kicked away by Faming with a smack and returned to his own body.
He groggily climbed to his feet.
Really... Faming has such a terrible temper, resorting to violence just like that. Later on, I'll find a way to complain about him to the Awakened...
His body echoed with weakness and dizziness. Ybur felt like a patient who had been paralyzed in bed for years, with muscles that seemed atrophied and immovable.
After a good while, his sensory tentacles sluggishly filled his body— he was active once more.
Opening his eyes, he found himself still lying in the Hidden Moon Tower's living area. It seemed as though everything prior had been an illusion, but the ritual circle around him was still there—the bread that had been placed at the center as an offering was gone, though. He wondered if Hidden Moon had taken it. Ybur felt slightly moved, thinking that his aunt still cared about him after all. He would bring her a couple more loaves of bread later; She seemed to enjoy them.