Survive
Prologue – Pain
The large canyon caved in with a loud ear-deafening crash, huge boulders crushing Claude's unconscious body.
Claude grunted as he opened his eyes a fraction, the saltwater stinging the deep gash that went through his gut. With one sharp tug, he pulled the demon sword out of his body, blood spurting into the grass, staining it a bright crimson. He muttered a curse under his breath and took out some cloth, along with the finest thread and needle, one hand placed softly on his side. He frowned, glasses glowing in the pale moonlight as he began working on his wound. He was only able to heal most of his organs but there were still some blood clots. He got rid of them, panting as he tried resisting the searing pain, which pulsed within his whole being. He finished, the needle disappearing and appearing out of his ghostly white skin. He gritted his teeth as he secured the perfect stitch work with a small knot and bandages.
"…Curse you, Michaelis." He coldly, cruelly whispered into the frigid air.