He...felt…so sick.
Every part of his body…was numb.
The world around him spun, dancing around him like a whirlpool. His limbs felt as if they had weights strapped onto them.
He could barely move, every step feeling as if he was climbing mountains. His claws dug into the earth, barely providing the necessary support as he stumbled forward, trying his best to not lose his balance entirely.
Despite his effort, though, he soon collapsed, his right side colliding with the walls of the catacombs. The rough bricks tore into his flesh, cutting it open, red, fresh blood leaking from the new wounds almost immediately, dripping onto the ground, staining it a deep red as he slammed into it. The impact was intense, so intense his mask fell off.
He did, however, not feel it, Not yet anyway. He just laid there, unmoving, shuddering, though he could not tell from what. He…had lost track of his own body functions. Of his feelings…of his very being. He didn't know where…when…how…
It was frightening. He was frightened.
Very much so.
He blinked, the movement slow as his remaining eye, once fierce yet now clouded with agony, tried to focus, trying to regain some sense ofsense.
Yet instead of sense, there was only agony. Agony as a ear-shattering screech pierced through the air. Light suddenly flashed at the end of the corridor, rapidly approaching him.
Not in a straight line…but in a rough zigzag. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe…he could only look…
And then, he felt it. A massive beak, laced with deadly fangs, latching onto his back.
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Ah…
So thiswasthe right place.