Mason gasped and coughed, his eyes shooting out as he did. He looked around, he was no more in the battlefield where he was about to be melted by the fiery palm of a monster. There was a roof over his head, he was lying on a bed, and it felt like whatever he was kept in was in motion.He jerked up, sitting on the bed.“Oh, you're awake,” he heard Ryan's voice and tilted his head to the side. He was sitting beside him, resting his head on the black wall of whatever they were in.“Where am I?” Mason asked, still glancing around to get clues.“You're in a van that is headed back to the Protectors Guild. So relax,” Ryan said in a calm tone.“What happened?”“You're seriously telling me you don't remember what happened?”“Not really. I only remember the giant palm coming for me and you running in.”“Yes, I ran in to save your suicidal ass. The monster had gotten you before I was able to shield it anyway. You died.”“Oh, I see,” Mason said, looking down. He grabbed his head and winced.Ryan