The hurt and pain came at him like a wrecking ball.
The transition was violent, like someone had ripped out the padding between him and reality and thrown it away.
With the dulling of senses that the Rune of Presence offered gone now, all the pains he never thought he had came crashing down on him.
Heat slammed into his skin. Sound roared back. The arena's oppressive temperature became immediate punishment instead of a muted pressure.
His arm was the worst of the bunch since he got it far too close to that pit of fire, it was too red to be healthy, and signs of first degree burns were apparent on it.
The skin looked angry, raw, swollen, and the pain was sharp enough to make his fingers twitch uselessly.
His back which he thought was barely grazed by the flaming wave of earlier was now giving signals of agony. It felt like someone had pressed hot coals against his spine. While his entire body had already entered the state of hyperthermia.
