Reeva woke up in an unfamiliar space. This time, he was sure of where he really was. The ceiling above him was made of wood—old, brittle wood that looked like it might crumble at any second.
He breathed in the dust and coughed, straightening his back as he rose from his sleeping position. What greeted him was an old room he had only seen twice in his life. It was the Sun God's shack.
Beside him, he noticed legs—clad in blue overalls.
"You're finally awake. I thought I lost an apostle for a second there."
Reeva looked up to see the Sun God, wearing a straw hat, smiling warmly at him for some reason.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice groggy. The last thing he remembered, he was still in the dark pit.
"I pulled you out when I felt the darkness start to stir," the Sun God replied. "But I was a bit too late. You got caught in some sort of illusion. And for your information, my healing powers aren't enough to pull you out of that place. My domain couldn't reach into the void."
