Sunlight filtered through the hole in the roof, gently caressing Adam's bloodied, charred, and hideous face.
At some point, the rain had ceased, and the night had quietly yielded to day. Not that it made any difference to the youth. Day or night, all he saw was nothing.
The last vestiges of deep slumber finally drifted away as he slowly woke up. For the first time in more than half a year, he had managed a full night's rest. It was ironic that only once his mind and body were on the verge of utter ruin could he finally find true sleep.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the gaping wound on his stomach. He winced in agony when his fingers brushed against his intestines. Without any healing potions, he had no other choice but to rely on his body's natural healing.
