Beside his ears...
Unending noises, uproars that filled the air, meaningless roars and shouts erupted from the crowd...
… Right before his eyes.
The man of influence put on a gentle smile, grabbed his shoulders, and leaned against him shudderingly. He extended his head to his ear, and spoke in a low and gentle voice, "You did well, do not worry."
'You did well… Do not worry…'
In the deep darkness, he was jolted awake from his nightmare. The wounds on his body felt as if it had come alive instantly and an unbearable, intense pain erupted from his wounds simultaneously.
His expression twisted as he stifled the pained screams, keeping them in his throat. Then, he turned his attention to sense the things around him first.
Wind and snow howled past his ears, a foul smell wafted to his nose and mouth, the low growls from livestock a few steps away from him travelled to his ears.
