There was something warm flowing. A faint metallic and fishy scent clung to the air. She tried to breathe, but the overwhelming familiar stench filled her nose, dragging her deep into a dark memory of a chaotic battlefield, where she had swung her spear as fast and as chaotically as possible.
The suffocating smell filled the air, the earth beneath her boots sticky and soft with it.
This…
Her eyes snapped open from her unconscious state. Her face was half covered in a flowing pool of red.
Blood.
This was blood. It glittered faintly in the light from above, flowing across her body in heavy pools.
Her body ached with dull pains so overwhelming she could not even identify their source. That was how much pain she was in, how much abuse she had taken.
But… this wasn't her blood.
She pushed herself out of the pool, raising her head. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the source of the half-dried pool that was thickening by the moment.
Right in front of her.
