"…Shut up."
Adam dragged his bloodied and battered body through the woods north of Ravenfell. His destination lay just past this stretch of land. He was to rendezvous with Berger and the rest beyond the woods.
However, despite receiving physical treatment from the herbalists back in the city, his body was too exhausted. Depleted of strength and stamina, the only reason he could move his legs at the moment was because of his sheer will.
In this great battle, he had been pushed to his limits, then pushed past them countless times. Now, only one final hurdle remained. Yet, his body refused to listen to him.
"I said, shut up!"
He gowled under his breath. He leaned against an ash tree, blood trickling down his mouth. There was no one around him who was talking to him. No, someone was trying to talk to him within his mind.
The Laughing God continued to whisper, mocking his predicament.
