We will bring destruction to their lands.

Henry was awake, but his eyelids felt as heavy as a cart fully loaded with Cold Iron. Pain pulsed through his body, every attempt to move sending tingles through his nerves. His limbs felt like a mountain, refusing to obey the commands of his mind, as if shackled by invisible chains.

"MOVE!" - Henry shouted in his mind, fighting against the pain and commanding his body to respond.

Summoning every ounce of strength, he forced his eyes open and lifted his head slightly, only to be greeted by a surge of dizziness threatening to drag him back into darkness. Colors blurred and swirled before him, but amidst the haze, he discerned the outline of a slender figure.