Third Person's POV
'Drip, Drip'
The echoing sound of dripping blood reverberated through the dark, foreboding place.
"arrhh"
A pained, guttural voice cut through the eerie silence.
Upon closer inspection, a solitary figure was revealed, battered and broken, almost melded into the wall. The impact had caused intricate, spider-web-like cracks to splinter across the rugged stone surface.
The injured individual was none other than.....Asher Eli (A/N: Fu** Finally!!! I am a little bit written too much about Alysia...hahahah....I became little emotional about her...Sorry?)
His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly began to regain consciousness.
'crack, crack'
'Thud'
With a slight, laborious movement, Eli's battered form fell from its precarious perch to the floor.
His body lay motionless for what felt like an eternity, as he wrestled with the pain coursing through every fibre of his being.
