Surrounded by walls on three sides, a figure slowly got up from the ground.
His whole body reeked of sweat. Yet he didn't seem to care. He stood up straight like a log, his unflinching sun like golden eyes stared at the path in front of him.
He took a deep breath before calling out, "Six faultless fo- -"
His words remained in his throat. He wanted to continue but his lips didn't move.
His ears slowly begun to hear the sounds of cold weapons clashing against each other.
The scent of blood struck his nose.
His mouth felt as if it had bit on something alive, something that moved in his mouth. Something akin to a heart. A living beating heart.
His brain felt as if each second that passed by, something tightly latched onto it and bit him. Not letting go.
As the pain incomprehensible by any living creature assaulted him, his teeth bit tightly into his lips, which were already messed up due to being beaten God knows how many times.
