When Alen finally opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the cold, hard ground where he had collapsed. The wind was blowing fiercely, whipping his hair around his face. He shivered as he felt a sense of coldness seep into his bones.
As he struggled to get up, he realized that the sun had begun to rise. The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, and the world around him was coming to life. Birds were chirping and the sound of leaves rustling in the wind filled the air. As Alen opens his eyes, he feels the familiar sensation of his wounds healing and his mana returning.
