Chương 145: THE AFTERMATH (1)

ARIAL

TENT, IN FRONT OF DENTED SHIELD

1015 SEEDMONTH

He slowly opens his eyes. The first thing he felt was the wind. It is spring and the wind should be breezy and cool but when it blows, it was like it is the breath of winter.

The coldness of that wind bite his skin like it is a winter kiss. The pain washes over him and he couldn't help but grunt

His head felt like he was being hit by a hammer on top of his head. Even as he is opening his eyes, his entire mind felt groggy

'Where am I?' he asks himself. He looks all around him and as he focused himself, the blurry surrounding slowly becomes clearer.

He saw his armour and shields and his family crest on the other side of his bed.

'I'm in my tent' he thought. Then he slowly remembers what happens. He remembers the battle and he remember the spear that shot to him.