The stinger's venom was now all over Archer's body. He couldn't feel anything, his upper body, his limbs, his face.
In short, there was nothing to feel.
Archer barely registered the buzzing of the stingers inside the hive, the pungent smell of dead carcass that blended in their syrupy honey bothered him no more.
He was dangling from the entrance of the hive, and his sabers vanished as he slips in and out of consciousness.
The young elfen couldn't understand, but somehow, something grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him below. His vision was murky, and he couldn't tell up from down with the way his head lolled back and forth.
As he slipped into unconsciousness, Archer found himself floating in a pool of clear water.
"Where am I?"
His voice echoed in the blank space that he was at. There was a spring of water gushing from somewhere, and Archer waded out of the pool.