'What happened?'
It was the first thought that emerged in Alan Peccator's mind amidst the spikes of pain. He groaned, as he knew the damage that he had suffered was immense.
'What happened?'
His brain, punctured by the fragments of his own skull was in a bad state, so much so that his phoenix bloodline was struggling to regenerate it. He couldn't blame it, regenerating his dragon form was a drain on his reserves, furthermore, that wasn't even the worst damage.
His scales were ripped apart, and the few that remained were desperately struggling against the countless pieces of glass intent on turning him into juice. Shards of glass were harming him both from outside and inside. The ones on the inside were barreling towards his heart, and his body's natural defenses were trying their best to fend them off.
