A dull, relentless pounding echoed in Kain's skull, each beat of his heart seemed extra loud and would send a shard stab of pain that was syced with his sluggish pulse.
He let out a slow breath, trying to pull himself out of the suffocating fog wrapped around his mind.
His limbs felt like lead, his body weighed down by exhaustion so deep it clung to his very bones.
He shifted, trying to force his heavy eyelids open. The world around him was a mess of blurred edges and dim lighting.
His breath hitched as he registered the distinct feeling of being watched. A sharp, wary presence.
His vision swam as he turned his head, blinking rapidly to clear the haze. Malzahir sat nearby, his posture tense, eyes trained guardedly on Kain. But the moment their gazes met, Malzahir flinched. Flinched. In very apparent fear of Kain.
The reaction sent a cold chill creeping down Kain's spine. A deep, gnawing unease curled in his gut as his memories pieced themselves back together.
