Faxul had almost no recollection of the fight.
He had been driven by a singular motivation to vanquish the fake Daneel in front of him, and this driving force had been so strong that he had ignored everything else in the process.
At his disposal were the blackholes, which came naturally whenever he wished for them to appear, and the terrifying might in his body that made him believe that he could end anything as long as he hit it enough.
So, it was all a blur of repeatedly flying after his opponent and punching him, following which he had been whisked away once again after seeing that he had succeeded.
He had assumed that killing the fake Daneel would have allowed him to get out of whatever this was, but, clearly, he had been wrong.
Yet, Faxul wasn't as panicked as before.
The victory before made him believe that what he was up against could be defeated. It bolstered his confidence, and, in turn, strenghthened the bastion that had enabled him to begin the fight in the first place.
So, when he once again regained control of his body, he braced himself for the next attack.
No matter how terrifying or gruesome it was, he was confident that he would be able to endure and not give up.
Yet…before he opened his eyes, itself, he could feel that something was wrong.
Faint music was playing somewhere near him, and as he recognised the tune, his heart skipped a beat.
It was the tune that his father had always sung to him before he slept.
In fact, he remembered his grandfather menting that he would fall asleep, without fail, whenever that tune was sung.
Also, his head was resting on something very soft, and warm sunlight could be felt on his face.
As he opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon the face of a woman, who was looking in a direction while singing that tune.
His head was in her lap, and he was wearing a soft fabric that felt very fortale.
As he looked around, he saw branches filled with lush, green leaves above them, through which streamed the sunlight that was hitting his cheeks.
As she felt him move, the woman looked down, and that was when he clearly saw her face.
She had exquisite features and dark hair, and her eyes held so much love as she looked at him that he wondered whether he had transmigrated into someone else's body.
However, when she spoke, that question was answered.
"Faxul, you're up? I thought you would sleep longer. Heavens know how hard you worked last night, when you had to dispel those Axelorians."
Hearing this and not knowing what to say, he sat up and looked around before noticing that they were in the large balcony of his Royal quarters, which was also meant to be a resting place for the Protector Raven.
His eyes immediately shot to a little kid to the left, who had a wide smile on his face while he chased a Black Raven.
"Jexal, honey, e here. Your father is awake."
"J-Jexal?
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