Ackster's mind was a mess with more feelings than he thought a human could feel at once. His body felt strange. He was filled with doubt about how he had survived and what had happened with Trana and Mazar. Shock and surprise didn't even begin to describe what he felt when he realized he had survived the blue sun.
"No, I totally died, didn't I?"
Ackster sat up and rested his forehead against his palm.
Yet, despite the mess in his head, including the weird feeling that his palm was stupidly hard and stiff, Ackster's mind was clear. He was rational and could piece together what had happened to some degree, even if he didn't know the details.
He analyzed his surroundings, including the two halves of Mazar's corpse. There were no signs of Trana or any other living being. It was all a deserted wasteland with a dragon corpse and a cave entrance.
