Krevak stumbled through the dimly lit corridor with one hand clutching his head as if trying to keep it from splitting apart. His steps were uneven and his movement seemed to send waves of agony coursing through his body.
His breaths came in ragged gasps and his golden-tinted armor that once pristine now bore scuff marks and faint cracks. Just after a headbutt.
"This… shouldn't… be possible…" he muttered. The searing pain wasn't just physical, it tore at his essence and digging into the core of his being. His soul.
The Dragonborn's power wasn't supposed to affect him this deeply, not when he was fortified by the gods and when that Dragomborn is restrained by the chains. Yet Eccar's headbutt had struck more than his skull. It had shaken something deeper.
