Hex woke up with thousands of needles wriggling inside his brains and stripped of every muscle responsible for movement.
…or so it felt.
Darkness had fallen and gusts of cold night air brushed against his skin, burning more than the zenith's sun.
Not even his mastery over the Ice element helped him from shivering every now and then.
If not for the warmth streaming from close by, he would be in much more discomfort.
Fragments of the battle returned amidst the irritating pain.
And even then he heard the sound of twigs snapping and someone munching something…like snacks.
It was a familiar sound.
He turned his head, each degree of rotation hurting as much his throat being torn away would feel, and observed his surroundings. At least the side with the fire burning.
He never imagined feeling peace at the sight of Gronke munching something while sipping a very rich and alluring smelling drink, for lack of a better word.
