Operation Polar Winds : Part Thirty-Four

Stumbling forward, one hand pressing up against the uneven wall to the right in an attempt to support itself, only after walking deep into this dimly lit cavern did the one bearing antlers allow itself to scream out in pain.

"By Dame-Sommer's grace…How was I spotted?" the creature said in its own, strange language, the way it expressed itself sounded natural when coming from its mouth, but there was still something deeply off, like the tongue being spoken wasn't meant to be used in such a fashion.

The only thing one would recognise being the name of this realm's goddess. 

Continuing to walk with unsteady step, the unknown being gritted its teeth in agony, that incandescent bolt probably could have been dodged normally, but never, absolutely never would it have expected to be spotted like this, there had been no telltale signs as well, that skeletal undead had just decided to take a shot.