After the intense battle with the Mystic Meerkats, Scion's body lay sprawled on the wet sand, a mixture of rain and blood creating a surreal scene. The distant sound of raindrops merged with Scion's laboured breathing, each drop reminding him of the struggle he had endured. As the rain gently cleansed his blood-streaked body, unconsciousness claimed him.
Days passed in a blur for Scion, lost in the haze of pain and healing. The moment he opened his eyes, his surroundings were a jumble of shapes and colours. Wet leaves crinkled beneath him, and a grass knot was tightly secured around his wounds. The air was damp, and the lingering scent of rain hung in the atmosphere.
