With a groan escaping my lips, I mustered the strength to rouse myself from the depths of unconsciousness. An unfamiliar weight burdened my legs, causing a subtle discomfort to permeate my senses. With a herculean effort, I pushed through the weariness, gradually elevating myself into an upright position, supported by quivering arms. My muscles protested vehemently, throbbing with every movement.
As my gaze swept across the cavern, which had succumbed to chaos, transforming into a treacherous landscape of scattered rubble and disarray. With a tender touch, I gingerly probed the top of my head, feeling a pulsating ache that resonated through my fingertips. I winced, feeling the sticky warmth of blood coating my skin. A head injury and the steady trickle of crimson confirmed its severity. How long was I out for?