Beowulf’s POV
Cold.
Extreme cold.
I struggled to open my eyes and felt an abnormal burning sensation in my body.
I looked around. It was dark.
What is this place?
Why am I here?
A few drops of rain fell and hit me in the face, and I quickly opened my mouth.
I'm so thirsty. I don't care if the rain is clean or toxic. My survival instinct let me open my mouth, let the rain to save my life.
In the darkness, in addition to the sound of water droplets, I also heard the sound of my heart beating. I don't know where I am now, but I am wide awake to the fact that I have had an accident and I want to live.
After a while, I got some energy back, and then I remembered all this.
My army and I are on our way to the camp. With the death of the eldest prince, the war reached its most critical moment, so our march had to be accelerated.
We chose to walk through the narrow canyon through the night in order to meet up with my large group more quickly.
