You Shall Not Hurt Master

Atlas felt himself fading, the world dimming around him. Through his remaining eye, he caught a glimpse of the blue sky above, starkly contrasting the chaos enveloping him. All he knew was that Nulia's claws had brutally destroyed his left eye.

'Am I going to die?' he thought as his mind started to turn foggy.

A large slice ran down the side of his face, exposing his teeth and causing blood to flow out like a waterfall. His breaths were shallow and ragged; each inhaled a struggle against the darkness closing in.

Thanks to his resilience, he was still alive, his Regeneration working tirelessly to keep him from slipping into the abyss. But even as the healing magic coursed through him, the relentless ache of his wounds threatened to drown him in despair.