Mark opened his eyes to a clear blue sky, unobstructed by leaves or branches.
His Underlings had brought him back to the Final Floor's center.
A couple of meters away, was the hole that connected the Final and Second Floors.
Mark tried to push himself off the ground, only to notice that he was lying on Fiery's abdomen.
Argh-
He lay back down.
'So I'm still this beat up...'
Mark stared at the sky.
'First time it's taken this long to recover.'
His wounds had healed up nicely, but his muscles still felt extremely sore.
Additionally, he could feel knots in his belly. It was an unpleasant feeling. Very much so.
'Seems I remembered...'
Even extending his arm in front of him hurt a bit.
'Something very unpleasant.'
Mark remained unmoving for a bit, before rolling to the side twice.
Pouf-
He let himself fall off of Fiery's body and onto the ground.
