He could hear his comrade scream, but that was all that he could do…just hear. Urfaal couldn't tell how long he has been out. His body wouldn't even respond to his command; even as simple as opening his eyes took all of the strength he could muster and still fail.
The ground shook and he heard Ghwynmyr shouting at Adaloun and Orphella to take cover. He feared for his comrades' lives. His newfound family that had been good to him, now fading away just like what happened years back. It was the same thing, he stood on the sidelines and watched them die.
The thought of it angered him. He wrestled his consciousness and put his might into his mind, hoping that he could open his eyes, move his body and fight one more time. He didn't care if he'll die fighting. His life doesn't matter to him, but their life does.