Cold.
It's cold...
Why do I feel so cold?
Not just that — but around him was silent, disturbingly so. All that could be felt in his being was deep, utter pain, radiating from wounds, scars, and even shattered bones.
Slowly but surely, he began to regain himself, his eyelids weakly opening to see the sights before him. At first, he found everything confusing, blurred by pain and disorientation, but soon enough, he came to terms with what he saw.
He was on the ground, his back rested against the side of a cold, jagged wall, sitting upright and staring directly at the pile of rubble from the collapse of the Crater.
Drake Drakon stared in disbelief at the disaster, finding it hard to comprehend that he had actually survived that.
And more importantly, even after surviving the collapse, he imagined he would have been swarmed by the horde of monsters and torn apart to shreds within a few seconds.
Nonetheless, none of that happened.
