Flames scoured the land.
The ground had been ripped apart by the aftermath of the blast, forming a vast crater that stretched for kilometres.
And at the very bottom, buried beneath layers of scorched and broken rocks, was the wounded one-eyed Evan. His body ached with every movement as he forced himself upright, blood dripping from his lips.
He extended his hand, calling for the Unforged, but the sword did not respond with its usual immediacy since it was too far.
Left with no other choice, Evan staggered to his feet, nearly collapsing several times.
Eventually, the Unforged arrived in a flash and Evan grabbed it, using the sword as a crutch to keep himself standing while breathing heavily.
Opening his inventory, he used his free hand to pull out vitality potions, dousing himself in their contents. He downed entire juice packs in seconds, feeling the potions take effect as he slowly regained his balance.
