Above the forest, the suns shone brightly, creating a warm and arid atmosphere when Charles's eyes slowly opened with a groan. He was dazed for a few seconds.
Realizing that the agonizing pain in his shoulder had diminished from excruciating to light, he took a shuddering breath. A faint whisper escaped as he licked his dry lips.
"...Am I dead?"
A scoff sounded beside him.
"Yeah, welcome to hell."
Charles let out a relieved chuckle as he stared at the three suns in the blue sky. It seemed he was still alive and breathing.
His dark eyes flashed with emotions. He remembered that he had fainted last night and that his condition was critical. After all, even though they had stopped the bleeding by wrapping clothes around it, his shoulder had an open wound that he was sure had become infected because it was exposed.
