"Ahhhhhh!"
A scream tore through Ark's throat as the pain of the injury came upon him all at once.
He could feel everything, the blood seeping out of the wound, the broken bones and even down to the raindrops that ignited the wound with fire.
He could see what was left of his femur sticking out, alongside the severed muscles.
Ark crawled backward as though he was trying to escape reality, but it was very much real.
Shaking his head to overcome his panicked state, Ark held onto the end of his thighs to reduce the bleeding, but it was barely doing anything.
At the rate at which he was bleeding—he was going to die.
Ark could already feel his body getting weaker with each passing second.
'How does this make any sense?'
Ark frantically looked around but there was no one in sight to assist him, he was all alone….
'Silver… yes, silver should be able to fix this.'
"Silver! Silver!"
There was no response.
