53. Icy Fate
Eryndor was buried in the snow after his impact, his body disfigured and bruised. His clothes torn and soaked in blood, his state was nothing to look at. He drifted in and out of consciousness repeatedly, his thoughts were disrupted like fireworks, they never cane with logic or sense. He would come in and out of this blank state to see a world of white, a part of him strangely waited for the mountain wolf king to come for him and devour him but it never came.
There were times where he would hear it howling in the distance making him to assume that it was still after him. Another time he woke up to find his body fully submerged in the snow, this time his thoughts were less scrambled. Perhaps due to this disorder or his battered body he could not command any of his body parts to move. There was also a recurring drumming in his head which he assumed to be a headache, also his body temperature was burning and he was out of mana to even begin to do his body tempering art.
