After what felt like an eternity, Liora groaned softly as she stirred awake. Her head throbbed so badly that she could barely open her eyes. A low moan escaped her lips, her face contorted in pain. Instead of fading, the ache only worsened, spreading through her skull like fire.
What had happened to her? Why did her forehead hurt so badly?
Had she transmigrated into another world again?
"Fuck," Liora muttered under her breath. If that was really the case, she didn't even know what she'd do. Her anger bubbled, but it felt useless—because as her vision adjusted, she realized she was still in the same place she had fallen asleep in last night. The same cracked ceiling stared back at her. Dust coated the beams, but it was familiar.
She slowly blinked, the harsh light making her squint as her mind grew clearer. Then she remembered the system notifications—the new inner talent she had gained. She had tried it out, hadn't she?
