Awake

Alden collapsed, exhausted, to the ground.

He panted. 

'...Hurts.' 

Everything hurt. 

His face was a mess, swollen and bruised. The skin on his knuckles had turned raw as well, leaking blood. 

And his body pulsed with pain. 

Deep, angry pain. 

Now that the thrill of the fight was slowly subsiding, and his bloodlust was receding…

Alden groaned. 

It was as if someone had battered every inch of his frame with a hammer. 

He gritted his teeth, hissing quietly. Then, he forced himself to relax, staring idly at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell, slowly returning to its normal rhythm. 

The Dark Elf hadn't controlled every single icicle, so there were still some remaining on the roof of the cave. They glowed softly, like little pinpricks of ethereal light in Alden's hazy vision. 

Very soon after, his eyelids turned heavy, and the white-haired young man surrendered to the embrace of sleep. 

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