Ares awoke with the darkness. Yet it was not quite as silent as he expected, in fact there was loud thundering drums nearby as well as the chanting and singing of various peoples. His face scrunched together in confusion as his vision came to him. The specks above him soon turned to the familiarly foreign stars he had seen over the past few weeks.
Then he sat up to see the thousands of oxfolk dancing and singing. Beside him came a voice.
"You're finally awake." Torak's voice was soothing to Ares' ears.
"Seems like it." He said as he turned to see Torak at his side, sitting down with his arms and legs crossed.
"I thought you had decided to go beyond without us."
"Not yet." Ares chuckled though he winced in pain. He reached up and grabbed at his chest and then looked down to see the scars that painted his skin with a vibrant red, arcing like branches. "Damn…" He whispered as he brushed his finger tips along the scars, hissing out in pain.
"You should get some rest."
