''Night Style, Twisting Souls, and Bones!'' Aether grabbed his broken shoulder and started twisting his bones to correct places, every now and then, a sound of screams and bones cracking was heard in the long hallway.
''Huff... Huff...'' He removed his hand from his shoulder and tried to move his arm but could barely move it. His bones had moved to their previous spots, but it needed time and rest to completely heal his shoulder.
And the pain was still present, and Aether couldn't do anything except focus his attention on the pain. Teardrops trickled down from his eyes and landed on the floor of the hallway, making small stains below him, which soon dried up.
He tried to stand up and continued walking but to no avail. His adrenaline has died down, and now even moving is an incredibly difficult task for him.
*Boom*
*Crack!*
