The rattling of chains woke John from a deep slumber.
Pain.
That was all John felt at the moment. Excruciating pain. He was used to pain, had been bathed and baptized in its all his life, and yet the pain still nearly overwhelmed him. The pain eventually became manageable, a hazy fog lingering in his mind. His thoughts were scattered and chaotic, unable to make sense of anything that was going on.
He eventually managed to push the hazy confusion aside, at least enough to think, but the pain still remained. Memories of what had happened to him resurfaced, like dreams from long ago finally remembered.
'I…I remember the Divine Source Monastery…fleeing from the Asura…the formation and tunnel of light.'
Piece by piece, his memories returned. John's eyes snapped open as he finally came to.
"The tunnel. Master!" he cried out, sitting up quickly.