"Are you awake young master? My beloved Master Grimm, you're finally awake!"
Grimm's eyelids fluttered open to see Little Myna's beady eyes staring back less than an inch away.
"Little Myna…"
Grimm felt utterly exhausted, with not even a strand of energy left. Just as he was about to push Myna away, a thought drifted into his mind before he sat straight up with a start.
"Where am I?"
Grimm looked at the four metallic walls that surrounded him. He could feel the faint signal of magic-suppression in the room. Two Mechanical Marionettes stood idly on both sides of the door, guarding Grimm's room.
The last fragment of memory he had was of that apocalyptic-sized palms of the Infernal God, Dark Destroyer closing in on him back in the spatial tunnel. At that time, both he and the Thousand-eyed Carcinus were facing utter despair. No matter how many times he activated the Thousand Birds Frost Burst spell, it would not make so much as a scratch on the enemy.