Yep, Definately A Trap?

In a dimly lit cave, a jet-black-haired boy was unconscious on the cold ground.

His body shifted as if he was feeling pain even in his sleep.

He was Alden.

His body was too exhausted.

His breathing was steady, but his muscles were in pain everytime he tried to even move slightly.

Slowly, his eyes opened his eyes.

The ceiling of the cavern was above him.

For a moment, he just lay there, letting his body adjust. Then, with a deep breath, he sat up.

Pain coursed through his arms, reminding him of his final attack. The devastating arc of energy he had unleashed.

Yep that was definitely an overkill.

He had taken a high-rank healing potion, and most of his injuries had healed, but the ones on his hands were still there.

He tried to move his fingers, checking for any damage.