Dilan was unable to move, and his vision blurred even further over time.
The pain that spread through him was unbearable, but he didn't even have the energy to groan, or grimace.
If Dilan didn't know better, he would think that he was about to die.
But he did know that he wasn't fatally injured and it was just the concussion, his broken bones, and the blood loss that made it seem as if he was going to die, nothing else.
That was, at least, how he thought about the situation.
He didn't realize it at first, but after witnessing the huge Krendel's death, Dilan's mind was eerily calm, and his body relaxed.
Dilan simply accepted everything that happened around him.
Leaning against the broken wall, Dilan tried to find the most comfortable position to rest a little as his body didn't allow him to move properly.
He wouldn't be able to stand up for quite a while either.
'Heavily injured again…pain seems to have become my permanent partner, I guess?'
