When Ruvian's consciousness finally returned, it felt as though someone had knocked a hammer straight at his face.
A dull, relentless ache pulsed through his head, blurring his thoughts for several long moments. He remained sprawled across the ground, struggling to separate reality from the lingering haze of unconsciousness.
How long had he been out? He didn't know. But judging from the pitiful amount of Mana Essence that had recovered within his Spellcore, it couldn't have been long.
The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth.
"…Ugh."
A pained groan escaped his lips as he forced his battered body to move. Slowly, he pushed himself upright.
His mind immediately returned to the attack.
Honestly, what in the world had hit them to destroy their shelter in a single attack?
He didn't know.
Everything had happened too fast.
