Malzahir drifted in and out of consciousness, he had a vague sensation of movement, he heard a vague groan of pain and struggle, but before he could truly process anything else, his mind faded to black again.
Not knowing how much time had passed, he eventually awoke to the crackling sound of fire.
His body felt heavy, but whereas before the heaviness in his limbs was due to internal factors like his injuries, his depression, and his body shutting down from the cold. Now the weight on his body felt a lot more…tangible.
He blinked, his vision blurry as he tried to make sense of his surroundings and process what was on him.
His eyes flickered open. Based on the dim glow of firelight illuminating the surroundings, he concluded that he was in what appeared to be a shallow cave or a snowdrift hollowed out as shelter.
