A sound unlike any Sun had ever heard erupted from the monster – a shriek of pure, unadulterated agony and incandescent rage that dwarfed its earlier roars. It thrashed its massive head, the wooden stake protruding grotesquely from its ruined eye socket. Black, viscous ichor poured from the wound.
The creature, blinded by pain and fury at being wounded by such an insignificant creature, went berserk. Its intelligence vanished, replaced by a primal, destructive frenzy. With a sweep of its powerful tail, it struck Sun, not with intent, but as part of its uncontrolled flailing.
The impact was like being hit by a runaway boulder. Sun felt an explosion of pain, a sensation of his body being lifted, twisted, and thrown through the air with terrifying force. He sailed for what felt like an impossible distance, the world a blur of pain and spinning wasteland. He landed with a sickening thud, a constellation of agony erupting across his already battered frame.
Stars burst behind his eyes. He lay there, gasping, every nerve ending screaming. He was devoid of strength, riddled with wounds, his vision blurring. He could taste blood, coppery and thick. He swore, a litany of curses directed at the gods (ironically), the monster, this world, and his own damnable luck.
"Get up," he wheezed, trying to command his broken body. "Get… up…" He pushed, but his limbs refused to obey. The world tilted precariously.
Through the haze of pain, he saw the enraged monster, now a one-eyed avatar of destruction, charging towards him. It was moving erratically but with terrifying speed, its one good eye blazing with murderous intent. This was it. The end. How utterly, pathetically ignominious.
"Damn… animal…" he coughed, a bloody froth on his lips. "Hope I… don't come out of this… Otherwise, I'll… I'll find you… break you… into a million pieces…"
The monster loomed over him. It lowered its massive head, its one bloodshot eye fixing on his right arm. With a savage, tearing motion, it bit down.
"AAAARGHHHH FUCK THAT HURT!!!!" Sun screamed, a raw, visceral sound of pure agony as teeth crunched through bone and flesh. The world went white, then red, then black around the edges. He felt a horrific, wet tearing sensation, and then a sudden, strange lightness where his arm had been.
Exhausted, maimed, and on the verge of unconsciousness, he made one last, desperate attempt to escape. He tried to crawl, to drag his ruined body away. He took a few agonizing shoves forward, then his remaining hand slipped on loose scree. He stumbled, not forward, but sideways, into blackness.
He was falling. Tumbling into a deep, narrow chasm that had been hidden by the uneven terrain. As he fell, his last conscious thought was a stream of furious, incoherent curses directed at the one-eyed beast above.
And so it was that the new life of Sun, the once-mighty god, truly began – broken, bleeding, and plunged into darkness, not in the best of conditions, but perhaps, just perhaps, not yet over.