"We need to go after Alex and the others..." A burning pain ran through my throat as i struggled to speak those words.
My breathing was growing more and more shallow and my vision was beginning to wane and get darker.
Everything hurt.
All over my body, pain was the most familiar sensation i could recall.
A good number of my bones were broken during the course of the Sand Worm's battle, and even some of my organs had been ruptured.
It was hard to breathe and thick streams of blood wouldn't cease from pouring out of my bloody lips.
'Ah, pain is all in your head, Vic. Get up, buddy, come on...'
How long had it been?
Since i was this.... indisposed?
The last time i felt this thoroughly broken and drained was after my battle with the Silver Sentinel, Hamlet.
My Ether core was almost empty, after exhausting more than half of it to blow up my left arm and i couldn't even stand up all on my own.