The sound of the wind howled, akin to the weeping of a young maiden by one's ear, endlessly echoing around Howard, stirring his spirit.
Time seemed to blur, until at last, Howard slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sporadic moonlight that crept into his vision.
Being night, Howard's equipment activated its special effects, conjuring a shield that enveloped him in protection.
Otherwise, even without the presence of high-level monsters, lesser ones could have easily torn the unconscious Howard apart.
Upon awakening, a tide of intense pain surged through him, ceaselessly battering his senses, causing him to sharply inhale in discomfort.
Hastily, he opened his backpack and retrieved some potions to heal his injuries and restore his HP.
Fortunately, in this digitized world, as soon as Howard consumed the medicine, his HP recovered, and the agonizing pain vanished as if it had never been.
