Kyrexiel was feeling a lot of thing. But first he had to fight the unconsciousness that wanted to drag him under. He could feel the guardian waking like a slumbering beast stretching, thankfully the Iridessa only managed to wake one.
The enchantments words written on his back was burning as if molten metal was poured on it. And worse of all, he felt the guardian in his head.
It was angry. And hungry, for mana. Kyrexiel felt it, the hunger, the never ending emptiness that was the guardian. Hunger that would never be satisfied.
Kyrexiel struggled pick himself up, fighting the sleep that was clouding his eyes. He shouldn't be even thinking of sleep with all the pain his body was feeling– his shoulder and neck–but the enchantments on him was controlling his body in ways he didn't like.
