With a groan, Xu Feng rose from the stained grass slowly, almost robotically. Every movement was a battle against the pain coursing through his body. His muscles screamed in protest, but he pushed through the pain, determined not to let the throbbing aches defeat him.
He was prepared to make his way to the smallish pond which was closer to him than the distant stream. The water was cool, a welcome shock to his senses. He didn't remember his space being as vivid as it was now, but that was a concern for another time.
… but was it?
Did his space even have a pond?
Xu Feng stripped off his bloody clothes in painfully slow motions, tossing them aside without a second thought. He was determined to strip, but his body seemed to be moving in slow motion. All the while his brain was telling him something was clearly wrong.
