The impact with the wall had left Davi's body screaming, every muscle burned as if laced with fire, and even the simple act of standing demanded Herculean effort.
A metallic tang filled his mouth, and he spat a trickle of blood onto the cold stone beneath him. His fists clenched, knuckles whitening as he fought against the creeping darkness at the edges of his vision.
Stay awake. Just a little longer.
His mind and body were dangerously close to its limits, but he had done it. Things definitely didn't go as he expected, but he was inside the temple.
Looking around, he could see many depictions of epic battles carved into the walls. They told the story of a lone beast warrior confronting an entire army.
And being there, he could breathe in fresh, crisp air. There was something comforting about being so close to the beasts' homeland.
