[Desert region of the unknown planet, Damian's POV.]
The whole world blacked out for a second as Damian felt a surge of overwhelming pain. Even his hand resting on the generator couldn't hold his weight, and he collapsed onto the sand below, his entire body aching as if he were being reforged—pain radiating from every body cell.
The Highswords in the distance noticed immediately. Some of them rushed to his side, calling out in concern. But Damian had lost all his senses, leaving behind only searing pain and the eerie, creaking sound of his bones snapping and muscles tightening.
It lasted for only a minute, but it felt like an eternity. Several healing spells landed on him during that time, yet they barely made a difference. And then—just like that—the pain was gone.
"Kid!? Are you alright? What the hell is going on?" Worldscribe asked, holding his arm for support.
