Cold... A feeling of strange cold...

A feeling of cold breaks through the chaos of visions and mental images...

Jason opens his eyes and groans in pain.

However, the pain is now much weaker than it was.

The prince looks around and sees...

Many persons are standing around his bed!

These are dignitaries and physicians from the prince's retinue.

Their looks are filled with fear.

A hand touching his forehead...

This is a cold compress on his head.

Jason throws this thing away.

"I was finally able to return to my world... I barely managed to survive... But now I feel my increased magical potential..." - thinks Jason.

A touch of fingers to his chest...

The shimmering amulet on a silver chain is now completely "fused" into the flesh...

This magical thing left burns and scars - but now the amulet has become an organic part of the body. This became one of the factors increasing Jason's magical power.

"Your Highness... We feared the worst... You slept for a whole day! No one could understand the cause of your... illness. Wounds and burns suddenly began to appear on your body! We used all possible means - but nothing could be fixed... And this... thing in your chest area... Is it metal fused into your flesh?!" - one of the old court physicians turns to the prince in fear.

"I'm fine... Leave me alone..." - Jason says in an exhausted voice, looking around at the many court dignitaries and physicians.

"But, Your Highness, we need to understand what exactly happened to your body in order to plan a treatment..." - the old gray-haired physician began to object.

"Enough! Go away, everyone! I need to be alone now!" - the prince shouts, not holding back his anger.

It seems that the courtiers were "impressed" by the expression on his face and the mysterious, frightening gleam in his dark green eyes, emitting a strange glow.

The court dignitaries and physicians leave the luxurious tent, not forgetting to bow respectfully.

Ten minutes later, Jason is left alone in this luxurious tent.

He gets out of bed and stretches his limbs in a kind of gymnastic exercise.

The pain has not completely disappeared...

The prince winces from the pain in his wounds...

However, he feels that his magical potential has greatly increased.

Now he can use more powerful spells.

Now his magical powers will recover faster.

At the same time, Jason feels that this is only one of the "steps" on the path to the heights of power...

The next steps will require significant effort and sacrifice.

Considering the events that took place on the Avalon Woodlands demiplane, thoughts about the upcoming trials only provoke increasing fear in the prince's mind:

"This time I managed to escape from this nightmare... But what will happen next?! Well... No need to think about it now... I need to calm down. Because of my "sleep" the army could not continue the campaign against the orcs all day. Now I need to plan my next actions..."

In addition, the prince's anxiety is increased by the fact that many people saw strange metamorphoses that occurred with his body while he was sleeping.

Rumors will only multiply...

And the consequences of this are unpredictable.

Jason learned something about his true father from visions...

And this information does not add peace to his soul at all...

After resting for about an hour, the prince convenes a new war council to listen to reports on the situation in the immediate area and to plan the army's further actions.