Ben slowly opened his eyes, feeling suffocated. His eyes were full of dirt, which irritated him greatly.
He tried to wipe the dirt from his eyes and felt the weight of the debris on top of him.
Immediately, he tried to get up but couldn't. He put in more effort and slowly rose, leaving a pile of rubble beneath him.
The lights were flickering, and many structures seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Ben wiped his face and began walking, unable to fully comprehend the situation.
He was completely unharmed, but half of his magic had vanished, which made him suspect that that amount of magic had been used to heal himself.
Part of his drunkenness had faded, and Ben started walking through the destroyed place.
Fire and smoke were pouring out from various parts of the area. After taking a few steps, he came across a small body, split in half and half-charred.
Its arms were still outstretched, as if waiting for an embrace.
