Sitting atop a small mountain of corpses, a knight in badly damaged silver armor could be seen leaning on his sword as rain fell on his bloodied body.
Adam coughed.
The metallic taste flooded his mouth as consciousness slowly returned. Each breath was rough and irregular, as if something inside his chest was out of place.
He had defeated all the monsters attracted by the death of the rank III silver wolf.
"I'm alive..."
The idea felt distant.
His body was a devastated field. A deep pain gripped his chest; when he inhaled, something cracked beneath his ribs. His arms trembled uncontrollably, and a warm pressure in his abdomen warned him that any reckless movement could be his last.
He was still alive thanks to the improvement he had made to his body... but barely.
If he tried to get up now, he was sure everything would collapse.
